In the end
It doesn’t matter
If I’m wonderfully right
Or dreadfully wrong
If no one takes any notice
There’s no point in carrying on
So long
There’s a desolate kind of safety
Where no one cares to look
More than momentarily
Before averting eyes adrift
To where they think they see(k)
More clarity
In frozen frames of time
In hallowed halls of fame

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