The spark is gone
if there ever was one.
Worthless piece of shit
floating down the river,
so colourful and blue.
Incapable of moving,
so brown and will-less
taking space and time
of focused ones.
Just wondering about
the colours and movement
and luck-runners beauty
out of reach.
Surrendering the flow,
but hoping for a light.
Hoping for something.
Anything.
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