There's this pressure in my head
In terms of relief
It has little to offer
It creates monsters and glory
But never both together
There's this emptiness in my heart
In terms of satisfaction
It has little to offer
It dictates what I do
But never why I bother
There's this endlessness in my soul
In terms of peace
It has little to offer
It sends advice and regret
But never told me remember
(c) Marc Noël 2011
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