I am grooves carved in wax
Struggling hard out of the box
To crack it open and rewire
The machinery of desires
I seek a fulcrum to push it all,
To get out of control,
Find the source and choke the flow
That poisons everything I sow
I'm all starts thrown in a pile
I am hope and denial
I am circuits overburnt
I am pain too tired to hurt
Stuck out in the open field,
Wasting power I could wield,
Leaking oil and gasoline,
Wishing to wipe the slate clean
Yes, I do seem kind of weird,
But the truth is buried near
You could easily draw a chart
If you knew just where to start
There's no secret – just some caution
If you want to sound this ocean,
Ask the one who breached my wall:
She knows it all
She knows it all
Grooves
© Copyright: Евгений Буянов, 2022
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