Miss Contrary
You miss the point in all of this
Meaning devoid of meaning
The cosmic joke of jokes
How sad you sit waiting for bad
You are bent for self fulfillment
Rightness led to righteousness
Fuck it before you're fucked
How cruel to think you're a fool
Every door closed, not one more
Lonesome from being alone
Promises promises
How sure you are there is no cure
Stop clipping your own wings in vain
Seek the good alongside the pain
Perhaps dark, a raven, a rook, a crow,
Yet still able to fly, able to grow
Let yourself be wrong.
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