Ghost World

This cacophony runs over me, over everything I see, everything I want to see: it's me.

Rather pointless, rather stilted, fetid; not what we want us going after.

Say Om as you reach home only to realize you never really left/stopped saying Om.

It's time the times met each other over & over.

Pounding backbeats beaten by [(Don't Get)] warm[welcomes]th.

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