somedays

somedays i bask in the sunshine
but mostly i sulk, like a 
prehistoric creature
after his first coffee
in a century, i can sit
and fill a mountainside
but i can't fix my own brain
the villagers don't even run
in terror anymore
they leave flowers at the base 
of the mountain, i'll sit
for another century
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Author: angus macnaghten

cynical and cyclical, hit me up, ajmacnaghten@hotmail.co.uk

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