We get bent on nobody's business,
on the hours that we borrow.
We angle ourselves away from the ache.
We drive the nail home.
Who I am today is a foggy little dream.
I used to be someone and something.
And all the lists, rules and whatofsuch,
really matters nothing as much.
And now I am trying to diet.
Magic is most desired when it comes
to the consequences of the body.
Have you wondered about the glasses
you were looking through before?
We've been bent and no we're crooked
and the world looks smeared.
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