POEM: Piano Bench

[pert -5]

Piano Bench
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They close their eyes
That's all they're meant to do
When you try to act like
Everything is just a part of you

I can't believe
That I would fall for
The life eternally is spoken
And the life of me will go ever on...

What should I do?
Should I evolve into a perfect date?
In this life of choosing
What to do
It's really up to you

So make a star
Spirit or in the cement
Any time I hear these things it
Acts as a seclusion...

When you find the open road
But you've still nowhere to go
Oh don't you know
You're goin' down
If this life is just a game
Then tell them that you want to play it again
Again
Again (start it again)
Again (start it again)
Again (start it again)
Again (start it again)

Life is a number
There is no difference
So if you think that your life
Has a bigger meaning
Then you have fallen

I dry me up
But aren't I supposed to?
Even in this hard, cold cell
It seems that I can fight my sentence...