but it can always be worse
got no aspiration, smoked all my motivation
prayers for inspiration
a momentary spiritual vacation
all I ever wanted... guess I got it
too much, too fast and I,ve rotted
Haunted
dead eyes at the world peering
I remain not seeing, jus hearing
not aware in the stare, sights, passerbys
my useless wandering eyes
see no future, see no prize
these days my thoughts try to
dance to a better beat
and when I dance thru the past I hope
your graves at my feet
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