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A Shortcut to Solitude

Robert Howard

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Note: This is not about suicide.

I’ll take the speed train to the center of my soul

To escape growing old, weak, and wise

To avoid the loss, the focus of my eyes

And when the youthful energy becomes boring

As it will, I’ll take a pill and escape again

To the maximum security loneliness

Of longing, wanting, waiting

Of not knowing, and failing

Of falling, and calling for you

But all of the mistakes are my own

And the intended virtue

Of avoidance becomes

Finally, my greatest

Vice

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