Or called for
Is only a difference in phrasing
Yet so much in phasing
Often they are mixed
When I am concerned
I woke up today,
Was it called for, not by me
Then was it for you
I was called out for being along
After you had been done
For I had nothing to give
All taken, I was to find me stumble
Crumble and fade, yet
Nothing has moved me,
Maybe for nothing could, Or I have
Away, or so further, or so much
That it seems mediocre,
Such frail sense of longing, cringe
Happiness, crumbling souless husks
Maybe I too am, maybe you choose me to
Yet no, I shall defy
Refuse to let, refusing to vent, refusing to get
Lone, yet not alone
Neither songs, nor music
Maybe why, I get called out
Or I get called for
But I and the calling never fades
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