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Drifter

A Drifter, drifting into space and time,
Wasting life, throwing minutes away,
Popping them up like candy,
Shooting them up deep inside,
Drifting away through the morning sickness and depression,
Drifting away during the noon and afternoon of ember skies, black clouds, and smoke,
It begins all too naturally, drifting the very moment you wake,
Drifting when she calls your name,
Then, drifting more, and forgetting you're here,
You're meat and bones after all, eat,
Drifter, drifting way too far,
Come back, and wear your spirit without masks,
But, don't they know that I feel naked, don't they see my scars?
I hope they don't mind,
I don't mind,
Mind me much, but my mind indulges certain things,
We're all fucked in the head, right?
I got more principles in the bag, in case they do mind way too much,
Don't I have them, Groucho Marx?
See, the bud keeps the eyes red and the heart warm, or so they say,
I don't mind they see me crying dry tears, drifting,
I don't mind they revile this shell of mundane waste, drifting,
I don't mind they come judging because I like to turn and arch my back, drifting,
I don't care if they speculate, come on,
The truth is out, its alight and in the air,
A drifter of this era is here, and here to stay,
Although these, somewhat auspicious, times, when people from the earlier youths or the sober days come by, do call you out,
Although these crowds do entice, they do touch the weakness in your soul,
You know that it's pretty much the way it is,
Nothing to lose, nothing to gain, if everything goes to hell in the end, anyways,
And life is a tragedy, and a comedy, a play,
You might as well play your part, stay the same,
Spread your sincere smiles, and shut your mouth during your hardships, who cares?
Don't you stand in their way,
Yes, give thy cloak as well,
Leave me be with my paradoxes, my hoaxes of ideals,
Let me stay as my self, let me be.
I shall live this way, this riddle called life,
I shall flesh the guts of this rare phenomenon, existence, out,
I shall be, nothing less and nothing more, than what I am:
A Drifter, drifting into space and time...
Written by GBLJ09712 (Luis Cruz)
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