Kein Kapital zu Mein Herz Lyftin’

Turn left
Continue straight
Merge onto I-76
Left exit 339
Pick up passenger in 3.5 miles
A voice hardly consoling
Cold and empty
Much like my bank account
Steering my wheel
As a public dredging
Through the muck
Of history
No fruits
Only labor
If I’m not careful
I’ll half believe
The serpent Marx
No warmth from without
I go within
Barely flickering
My will still lives
I try not to breath
Too heavily
My history
Won’t culminate
At least
Not today
Sophia, I hope you see
What I’m willing to do
To continue
On your behalf

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