the sad song

when the sad song plays
i find so many ways
to explore the finale
resulting in the same outcome, whatever the simile

the long days and dark nights
somewhat equivalent in surreptitious plights
lead toward an unfathomable abyss
where the universe takes the ultimate piss

this travelling, with a word
a tune and a sense that is so absurd
through a bogus time to patronize
yet contemplating these simple lies

notwithstanding the futility
of an individual, without hostility
still, one might appreciate existence
though largely in a past tense

so the sun shines or the stars glisten
but only in here is someone to listen
counting the diminishing days
when the sad song plays

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