Free thought , free breath
A free person
And then there's the Macbeths
And everything worsens
Trying to make it through the day
Under clouds of suspicion
Cloaked in the Halloween way
Driving to ambition.
Paranoid as Freud
Walking the dim lit streets of Vienna
Feeling the vicissitudes of the void
Hitting his antenna.
Another day another dollar
Itching in between the bitter cold bipolar.
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