is it true
that it all comes out in the wash
at the end of the day ?
when all are sad and dun ?
johnny screams : i can´t wait that long
wait or not, is her response
the measured steps of time
follow one another like days and years
all i want
he gritting his teeth, suppliant, defiant, stammering
is certainty
she says, you´re on your own now boy
like always
eat of the tree
look at the world, its smoke and mirrors
he hurls his glass against the wall
she : yes, feel your strength
and your weaknesses
there is nothing more
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