repetitive ridiculousness

on the second of january
i lost my crown
i watched it fall down
and realized, quite suddenly,
you were no where to be found

"how long have i been gone?"
i wondered to my self
"how unfamiliar it is to have you around.."

with out my crown, my silver title, i am found
for all that can exist is me without a frown
for, in that moment of being de-crowned,
i lost my stress, my chains, my worry,
and realized that all that was left was this dress for success

and now i move onward
and now i move on word
just living in : this
and it is bliss
and it is bliss

at least, that's what i tell my self.
at least, that's what i tell my self...
again and again and again

for, here i am,
and nothing else
and no thing else
ever, again.

life is funny, my friends..
all i can do is laugh at it.
all i can do is laugh at it.
and, repeat my self,
again and again and again.