Futility, I surrender. I give up.

Every time I read you,
It’s another déjà vu.
Only you can say for certain,
If you have closed the curtain

As you bow to rapturous applause,
For I departed the theatre of dreams
At the beginning of time, long ago.

Started as a patched up kid cabbage
Grew up to be a bitter cynic savage

Fasting, on leftover carnage.

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