If I part tonight, from all the glitters of this world,
What do I leave with? A dis-eased mind and soul,
A discontentment so deep that has made me numb,
A rage so outrageous that has lost its expression,
Or perhaps I leave with a nothingness, still and calm.
If am asked what did I leave this world with, a parting gift,
Does that question make me more fragile, reluctant to core?
I somehow match my math to the universe this time, thank
god,
I have taken nothing with me, and I leave with nothing
either.
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