Every day I wake up frustrated
No passing ship in the night
Every day I take a leap
Off the cliff that isn’t there
Every day I sit upon the train track
But the train always switches line
Every day I plan ingestion
Of a cocktail way too expensive
Every day I wrap my dressing gown cord
Around my waist in quiet defeat
Every day I die and burn
My soul dances with the plume of smoke
Every day
Fuck every day
I’m thankful for every day
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