Existence Is a Crisis
They are all fakes, senile—
Or at least I think so.
Careful not to offend them,
Or truths shall prevail.
Don't look at me that way.
I am running out of places
To hide, to blame, to fall.
Existence is a crisis.
Existence Is a Crisis
They are all fakes, senile—
Or at least I think so.
Careful not to offend them,
Or truths shall prevail.
Don't look at me that way.
I am running out of places
To hide, to blame, to fall.
Existence is a crisis.