what is this

what is this
thing I can’t remember?
what is this
about again?

will I care
if you told me?
how would you know?

pieces of the sky are fallen
but I guess it doesn’t matter
because we no longer see them.

what is this
are we blind?

how long have we been walking
with our eyes covered over?
where’s the knives to our throats?

this will have no fairy-tale ending
as you know it.

what is this,
are we here by choice?

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