Falsetto

Writing your way out of hysteria works. Here’s another attempt at poetry when I was feeling completely out of place and just plain goddarned bored. Copyright of this baby’s mine.

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Falsetto

People, streets, cities, world,
Hypocrites, lies, knives abound,
Black, white, all disconnected,
Up, down, all falsified.

I’m in a falsetto, where the world sings a false note,
Of baritones and sopranos, every note out of place,
Out of sync, musicians cringe,
Where the anomaly remains.

When people have all their hands connected,
Time stops.

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Comments would be absolutely great. =] Of course there’s some kinda underlying message, which I hope it’s easy for you guys to make out from those bunch of abc’s.