Lately I’ve been feeling, well, inert
I smash my hand, it doesn’t seem to hurt
I suffer loss, but my eyes refuse to squirt
It began with the suspension of belief
And no solution could dissolve the beef
The reaction was intense, but very brief
Ideal conditions aren’t required to thrive
By utilizing variables the viable survive
An element of chance can remind one they’re alive.
Are You Reading Me?
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