Turbulence My Name Is Zeus - The Fever And The Peasant

Accept and let go
Nostalgia only cost the things you forgot
I see flaws in my face
And in stasis
I find sympathies for those I hate

I'm afraid to examine for my own sake
Because when the doctor
Calls a colleague to deliberate
Laying in bed with an emerald crown
Wondering if I'm Napolean, Caesar, or a peasant with the fever
I bet it'd be cheaper
If I just went out

So I sigh and leave beleaguered
Knowing i feel neither
Happiness nor sadness but doubt
I speak half asleep and pretend I don't remember
There's nothing to worry about if I'm right
I can't decide
Which part of me made up my mind
But I know which one will kill me faster

Both are sure to end in disaster
Ill-advised
Hope
I've got some
Sleep will wash me clean

Written by:
Juatin Dunlap

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