Lost…Stranded
Can’t find my own self
My own closest enemy
My own worst friend
On a mission
To a path of collision
I am my own cave
Because I am hollow
I’m a single solitude
In this catastrophic mind
Perfected the science of the bovine
Therefore the moon must be made out of cheese
It maybe be self-distruction depending on where the moon is situated in the sky. Don't let them eat the cheese. The moon isn't hollow, it just has shades.
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