The interview

How are you?

How am I? How’s anyone

How’s the mom without the son?

How’s the man who held the gun?

How’s the wife who’s life’s undone?

How’s the son who now has no one?

And how’s the one whose race is run?

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What do you hope to achieve

What do I hope to achieve?

I need a life without reprieve

I need to never get that sleep

The kind that used to evade me

Now I evade it, till morning light

Cause sleeping makes my chest feel tight

The wasted time does not feel right

That I’m asleep when I should write

So I stay up straight through the night

And then again the next night’s fight.

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What are you afraid of?

What do I fear? Everything

I fear the dark when I’m writing

I fear the dial you keep turning

Don’t lower the volume, I'll start thinking

I fear I’ll get stuck on a line

And I won’t find the way out this time

I fear my hobby loses its shine

When I try to give myself a deadline

I fear I’ll lose the will to shout

And the coward inside won’t be drowned out

I fear that once I’ve been found out

That fate will take my only route

To being remembered.

Oh and I fear being dismembered… and clowns

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Is there anything else you’d like to say?

Is there anything else I’d like to say?

Anymore insight to display?

Anything else that brings me shame?

Anymore words to frame my brain?

And pain?

No

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