Maybe
poem by Redundant Duck

I walk the streets of Nameless Town,
And I've seen it all before.
It's snowing on a summer's day,
Now scorching, now freezing:
my internal war.
I huddle lonely, lost, afraid,
Hoping someone comes along.
Don't abandon me here
amidst the wolves!
Shatter my mourning song!

Maybe I can find someone
I can call my love.
Maybe I can find a love
I can call my own.

Kaleidoscopic sights of life roll by,
But I let them pass away.
I learned long ago
the world hates pretenders,
And before me it bars the way.
Cold takes the victory for today,
But the medal isn't gold.
Forever silver; my life blood,
my groping enemy, All hail the monster!
This cursed, alien sight to behold!

Maybe I can...
Maybe I can...


Bad day, bad night, bad life
But the world won't hear me complain.
If, on the walk home,
I stay real quiet
It won't prod me, uncover my stain.
Tearless eyes turn to the East
Where gold unglittering lies.
My hand reaches out in longing;
Maybe someday, someday
I will earn that prize.

Maybe I can find someone
I can call my love.
Maybe I can find a love
I can call my own...

~ No Comfort ~
poem by Redundant Duck

The ice is thin, come on, dive in.
Underneath my lucid skin the cold is unforgotten.
Hours pass, days pass, time stands still.
Light gets dark and darkness fills my secret heart—forbidden.

I had a constant worry then, the subtle ways that I’d give in,
But somehow, I liked the show.
Tied down to this bed of shame, I tried to move around the pain,
But oh! My soul is anchored.

There is no comfort in the moving of the river
That’s entered into me, the lie that is my life.
Offer what you can, I’ll take all that I can get.
The only fool here is me.
I can’t bite back the tragic sighs
As if your god has passed me by, but after all it’s my deception.
Your angels speak with scornful tongues.
The serpent’s tale has come undone. Power is mine to squander.

There is no comfort in the moving of the river
That’s entered into me, the lie that is my life.
Offer what you can, I’ll take all that I can get.
The only fool here is me. The only fool here is
me...

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