McBushwick Strut from Laugh Lines by Grampfather

Stumbling down the line,
tangled in that web you spun,
as the threads of your designs
all come undone.

Changing the course
and breaking the pact
that you made with yourself
when that self was intact.

Are these the deeds that feed me
or just debts to the past?
We lean on fleeting contexts,
but can we ever stand?

Well, you’ve gone and thought yourself
into a hole again—
caught between the means
but without the ends.

But in the end
it will all unfold
and come full circle
and be nicely tied in a pretty bow
like your favorite TV show—
convenient and sweet
and so far removed from reality.

But like with all truths
we pick and choose,
hoping the real and ideal
someday will fuse.

Well, you’ve gone and thought yourself
into a hole again—
caught between the means
but without the ends.
Feeling our way through the dark
for a brighter muse,
hoping the real and ideal
will fuse someday
to light the way.

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