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[up_town_gurlie]

Don't leave me to my thoughts of plunder,
sitting all alone to wonder.
Fill my head with other thoughts
so my mind's preoccupation is bought
and so creating selfless chaos
to rid me of my own.

In time thus spent the boa's strict
demand of intrinsic coils will lessen
and in great hope, amend
this ill conceived notion
of self awareness.

Lost in thought;
I've lost my way-
turned away all those who'd help
and married fate with complete strangers
who know me better
or so I've led myself to see...

Or rather, married fate with complete strangers
who know me not and are led otherwise
to see other than what won't be shown...

Stalemates plateau,
making even playing grounds.
Harder to choke but just as hard to swallow
where I will not bother to wallow.
Frozen in time, I walk just as much the same;
plaining on a vertical slope.

Cross hatching diction manifests grays
for confusion's intro into delays,
capturing complexity conspicuously absent
yet aspires for a sense of understanding.

But no cry for uncle will be made.
Neither will pious sacrifices be paid.
So instead the brick will be laid to grieve:

Don't leave me to my thoughts of plunder,
sitting all alone...