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In my depression I think about my past lives

Who were revolutionaries and troublemakers

 

Fighters and hunters and those who opposed tyrants and oppressors

They would always die in the best ways

 

And always questioned authority, even when it wasn’t right 

But it was ok

 

Their crazy minds, that were always turning and twisting

Never had time to idle or look back at themselves

 

Never had the time to seek Paxil, or Venlafaxin

Or Prozac or Lamictal

 

We that can never rest always let the TV run in the background

And the radio, or whatever won’t stop

 

And require the sound of water running and

The sound of the ground always passing under our feet

 

We feel the 5000 quiet moments in a day 

And never understand what anyone is ever talking about

 

Or why anyone is ever talking

 

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