My eyes are awkwardly looking away.
After such a run with no results,
I guess there's nothing much to say.
But you held such promise and optimism,
It seems no world should have been able to withstand,
The juggernauts of your persistence,
I just don't understand.
Of course, the world's not over and it may just change,
Enough to let you in.
And if not, well you can always come by my place,
For a bottle of spiritual-cleansing gin.
'Cause it's alright,
To sometimes start again.
Life is long, no matter what people say,
And no matter the evidence.
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