Where has my head gone?
What use have my limbs?
I explode like a firework, dare you take me in?
I am a quitter, a fighter.
I am intellectually inane.
I'm in a loss for words, these colors make it worse.
Light purple, bright yellow..
What use has my voice?
Where is the fury?
Where is the flame?
What use has my face, if I have no name?
Answer me, won't you.
Answer me true.
Answer me tomorrow,
right now it's no use.
These thoughts are merely tangible,
much less to my pursuit.
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