What Must the Tortoise Think

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I am inside,
and they are not
hiding away
in dark discomfort

On the inside, I sit
with myself
in silent solitude

Wishing upon shining stars
for days ungone by
I close my eyes
and breathe

drink with me, visitor,
of this red wine,
flowing freely
tasting of sour days

share with me,
this meal
from our sickly soil

we've both seen better days,
don't you agree?

I bid you, do not leave me be
I know your lies all too well