Robinson Rosa


Change Of Men

Not enough space, from the moment i move;
i sense
i've not enough grace
my time spent in repeated circles of misconceiving my own direction
I've lost my life more than once and it was never expected
on my own path that keeps getting covered in dirt and never reveals the road
for your struggle to work, for your hands to hurt, and mind to exhaust your soul
I've known not many alive who live buried and lost
what's the cost for my life to get thrown down

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