Eillio Imbasciati

Other than his life story,
He doesn't know what he did wrong
Life is lonelier without her in it
Her volatility doesn't bother him a bit,
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Receiving a medal for his mettle,
Running barefoot in the hot sand, constant in the summer race
Besotted by the color and shine of the prize,
Ignoring perceived stumbling blocks
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Age is for the dead,
But he needs certain people to listen
Why not, why can't we have everything, without suffering and nasty conclusions?
Less noise for some, it's the beautiful answer
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Price tag, personality 90% off,
Way off, not well-off
Saving little, no longer a face, just a disguise,
Dressed down from all the criticism, wearing all that examination around like it suits him
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Hand smells difficult,
Life comes off worse than yesterday
Those who underestimate cannot relate,
It was a circus, but not the fun we expected,
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Once was explained about the concerns of reality and presence,
Also handed a bag full of issues in the process
Fighting to the death to cover up life,
It feels very middle class
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Ran to places,
Shown the paces,
Yet still spinning his wheels
Stammering, stumbling,
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The weather gives mixed signals,
As does he,
With his simple ambitions and stormy demeanor
Emphatic about nothing,
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An examination of his personality says little,
It seems that the eagle's relative knows more
Watching from a bird's-eye view,
Never taking its perspective for granted,
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He feels overcast,
Always carrying a degree of guilt about himself
Nowadays for him, the seconds feel like minutes,
Minutes like hours,
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Drawing in front of a picture window,
He just can't see that the lines are crossed,
As confusion tells the story
What once was taken at face value seems to have gone incognito,
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Due to past abuses,
He is sometimes unable to properly respond to immediate demands
Oh, the pressure,
This life and its series of different faces
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The ins and outs of being on the outside looking in,
Oh well
Looking forward,
He questions her instincts
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Politician make the grade,
Speechwriters pave the way
Sang that song before,
Only the wordings vary
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Crisis of confidence,
Time-sensitive and expensive
He tries not to give life a hard time,
But it isn't easy
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Tattooed to you,
Branded like a patsy,
While you amble around whistling dixie,
A chorus is singing at his funeral
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The extra year of fighting to it's toll,
Counted it's changed, from that created toll booths
Certain quarrels have become unproductive,
As the bent saucepan and broken window will attest
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At the plate,
Good eating
Or is it?
Tastes too salty,
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The terminal made his temper terminal,
Or maybe it's just all the unsupervised gawking out there
Let's look at the car accident,
Let's watch the fight,
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It isn't where he's been,
But what he's learned
Exhausted from how it all could've happened or what wasn't
If he reliedon approval, He wouldn't be much to greet
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