Song 30

Quarantined like
I’ve been of
no use to you.
But back with the brains
to get blown away
when you’re there;
Downtown.
Look no more when
the habit fails you dear.
It’s time to change
and yet that’s what many fear.

Rough is life
and seems like an itch.
More than monochrome
but better in sketch.
Draw on. Live on.
Hate the fact that
one love will always score.
And finding a place
is hard to do some more.

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