The streets of life are real
For those of us who learn
What it's really like
To be wasted and alone
In the mire of mud
You watch as life goes by
You wonder who they are
Those that pass by
Your earthly remains
You try to gain control
Of the normality in life
Only to drown
In your burdens of old
The shadows of life
Pound upon your soul
You duck, you fight
What you think is right
Only to learn
It's just an imaginary foe
And then you start to laugh
At the audacity of life
How dare they all ignore you?
Wasted upon the ground of life
Your earthly remains You try to gain control Of the normality in life Only to drown In your burdens of old Ouroboros the snake eats its tale and everything seems the same. Love the rhythm and structure of this a great read
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The realization of fighting an imaginary foe is a powerful one. Peace and love, friend.