am having trouble just funding my soul in this town

how long do they endure
a highly perpetual bore
don't they feel the pain
of constant tickling monotone

i thought i was only a rebel
pertained to just an exterior denial,
until my inner-self awoke
which fiercely to myself spoke
shooting me from an impertinence,
budding up from a naiveness,
shedding a broad ray of light
that i close my eyes tight
just to contemplate the moment
of awaking from a delirious constant.

is it that it?
is there more to fit?
i know this in itself
is a higher order of monotony
to self edify, until my expiry.

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