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Pour Me A Cold One

Pour me a cold one,
This day's been too long.
My well of alacrity's run dry.

Every bird's sang their song,
And though tomorrow's not promised,
I'll surely embrace it with sighs.

Who am I to be different?
Who am I to pretend?
Who am I to face you and lie?

As the suns sets
And that orange fades to black,
We'll sit and we'll ask ourselves 'Why? '

We'll ponder those things,
Things old and forgotten.
We can't make them come back, but we'll try.

The remnants of days,
My glory, now rotten...
Time really knows how to fly.

And you, my friend,
Slouched over this bar,
Are you willing to give up and die?

We drank and we laughed,
And for a moment were merry,
But now you seem ready to cry.

We're not of an Epic,
Our story's no grander
Than that of a simple housefly.

That's the pain of reality,
Constantly rearing its head
And tauntingly waving goodbye,

As we stand with our heads hung, and a heart ever so heavy,
Fearing the end is quite nigh.

But I shall not falter,
I shall not crumble,
My head will be lifted up high.

Step after step
Each day now taken,
With my gaze fixed upon the blue sky.

Though the day is now over,
My work still remains,
For I am not only some 'guy'.

Toiling and trudging,
My actions have purpose;
Their meaning's not something you buy.

This is my life,
My story thus far,
And though things have gone quite awry,

I'll look to tomorrow
Full of ambition and promise,
And every dark thought I'll deny.

This is my journey,
Though old, started anew.

I'll be damned if I let dreams pass me by.

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