Attempted escape
the t.v screen a blurr
Be the negligence
Be the free for all at pub night end
Beginning was never easy
Leave the house
The key is rusted and barely fits the lock
Struggle to turn the key
The night sky blinks yellow then dark then yellow
Turn the key it won't lock
Unable to leave the house open
Turn the key again finally click
Searching for a distraction from existence
The antique modern dancing show is starting
Come across that weaker friend from school days
And the Muse who left so many beguiled
Sitting in a circle where it all began
where Gifts were distributed before life
each one in their perfect position
The muse and the weakling exposed to the last rays of the sun
The weak one nodds his head confident
It must be a trick for pure kicks
He implies her first kiss was his
She confirms as sunset sweat cover them
Yellow and orange and temporarily tropical
intangible changing morphing
Playing fantasizing decieving
A sunset controlled by the circle
It comes over us like liquid gold
as she speaks from wet lips boasting
The grey weakling satisfied unreadable face
He is the t.v screen a blurr
Leave the circle in relief
You are the attempted escape
a shell remains in their little circle
eternal celebration duty
Hard unforgiving streets
Locked doors
dancing the only art
outlawing curiousity
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