I'm a poet, My muse is this crazy world. Watch me as I wither away, Watch me as I leave tiny little little speckles of light though out the green pastures, through out the brazen desserts, Inside the broken homes of the abused, On the book shelves of the great wealth, On the minds of man.
Dance to the music
under the stars at night.
Dance to the music
of all time lullabies.
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We've always wanted what we couldn't have.
But will happiness be found in these things
That will never be ours?
I find that happiness lyes
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The power was in their hands,
and they got to decide,
the actions to guide humanity.
Many trying to influence that decision,
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You say you care
But do you really?
When the best you can do
Is not good enough.
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Locked in by this wall
Of addiction and hurt,
Powerless to break free
From this comforting medicated life.
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