Level Up
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1 min readJul 27, 2020
Like a desert wind that blows across my face
You are warm but you are course
If I ever got the chance I’d say
You are really a beautiful force
You are more than just the air
Bitter rivals to the end
Patron saint of I don’t care
Twisted mind games I can’t defend
You ignore me when I take your call
Static questions but no voice
And I’m wondering why I’m here at all
Played out like it was my choice
You seem to rethink underneath the stars
Counting and joining the dots
Matron slamming people through the bars
But the names you have forgot.