Tuesday, April 12, 2011

The sort of thing that makes you want to trade it all in just to get a day off...

Still here in the morning
I notice that you are still
Insults or loneliness
nor weakness
will drive you away
This is all you know
It is the blood that courses through you
It is the air you breathe
The last one to take notice
Of the truth that lies in front of you
Like a newspaper headline
Or wrecks from a crash
Like a gambler
You take the cash
 The signs are there to see
nobody here is free
nobody deserves to be
We all did our time
you will too
Like those before you
like those after
You go
You went

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