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Firewood
Is there a way to turn it off
Have you seen a switch?
You know we’re more than just machines
Isn’t life a bitch.
She says it’s just a dirty lens
A disadvantaged view,
I think I’ll try to sleep it off
There’s nothing else to do.
Who's asking anyway?
All I hear is questions,
Operate without emotion
There’s a dumb suggestion.
I’m not the only one who hears
I once had this friend,
He heard the questions all the time
One night he made them end.
Am I going in the wrong direction
Are my wheels still on the ground,
What’s the point in starting over
If I turn around?
What would you do, he asked me
If you had someone at home,
Who insulted you and tore you down
Would not leave you alone?
I’d probably get violent
Before I kicked them out,
I thought it was something to fix
And then forget about.
I can’t just do that he replied
Mine lives in my head,
Can't you just turn it off I asked
Anyway, he’s dead.
I thought of him on Sunday
Chopping firewood,
And for a moment I was sure
Emotion does no good.
