Our days are numbered
when hearts run tired or empty
forever encumbered
and so I seek my own eternal slumber.
Through action and habit
of emptiness and schedule
I'm chasing my special white rabbit
without fear of the hole or whole.
And in the end there is peace
at it's beginning.
Or infinite torment
by the hands of tormenting's lease.
It can be easier to say goodbye
to ones you loved
than a stranger in your life
that you never had the chance to.
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