C'est La Vie Poem by Dustin Dean

Counter cultures come clashing at your true colors
All of them are your brothers, sisters, fathers, and mothers
The sharpened tool reveals the fool inside of you
Second hand stupidity will always be inside of you

I met you just once and I almost lost it.
It's all because of personal sickness, isn't it?
The world really does revolve around the beautiful
And it makes me ask, 'Oh, isn't it just beautiful? '

The fear, it has no definite source.
Oh dear, can this get any worse?
When feeling good
Isn't good enough
You relapse into motion
And start kicking a dead horse

There is no escape
There is no escape
There is no escape
There is no escape
There is no escap
There is no esca
There is no esc
There is no es
There is no e
There is no
There is n
There is
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