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סיפור עדין על בדידות מודרנית – אדם שמנסה לשכנע את עצמו שהוא בסדר, בזמן שהוא אוכל דגנים לארוחת ערב ומחפש סימן קטן של תקווה.
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Box on the counter
Late
Flickering screen
You call it tragic
I call it routine
Spoon like a compass
Pointing nowhere fast
Milk in a coffee mug
Breakfast in the past
Phone face down buzzing
Friends out on the town
I stay in pajamas
Wear them like a crown
Prize in the bottom
Hands wrist-deep in flakes
Looking for direction
All I get is shapes
Cereal for dinner
I’m fine
I swear I’m fine
Reading all the labels
Like they’re some kind of sign
Cereal for dinner
Crunching through my pride
Tiny floating islands
Trying not to think tonight
Maybe one day I’ll cook a real meal (maybe)
Set two plates
Learn how hope feels (oh)
But right now it’s sugar
And a cartoon sky
I raise my spoon
And call it a life
Cereal for dinner
I’m fine—
I swear I’m fine, I swear I’m fine
Reading all the labels
Like they’re some kind of sign
(Late… flickering screen…)
Cereal for dinner
Crunching through my pride
Tiny floating islands
Trying not to think tonight
Cereal for dinner
I’m fine
I swear I’m fine
Tiny floating islands
Trying not to think tonight
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