I’ll get on it I have been

The things I see

It’s all funny now

Everything in a way that no one understands

He’s mine too

But he’s his own storm waiting to boil over reach out

The whisper of war has quieted down

But who knows

Who knows

Nothing almost nothing is predetermined

It’s all the choices of some human

Some human somewhere

It can be hard to see

If I’m occupying Mars

Or if he’s occupying me

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