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I am so tired of not seeing
What's just around the coroner
What's just out or reach
I just can't grasp it
Never ending thoughts
Not finding answers my
Brain climbs mount everist
Every day still I am in a ditch

Can't trust nothing lasts

The soup of the day is fuck you
So I have 2 bowls and throw my
Change in the gutter beside a fat
With a with a cut on his arm and what looks to be a dog bite on his
Face but he is still smiling
You might say its the small things in
Life right? Well Sometimes an inch seems like a mile

I'm not ready to smile

It all pays the same if you are fighting or marching so keep climbing and I will keep dying watching the tide wash sand into the ocean setting sail on a dime
Wating for the sun to come up on a new day with new waves and old times still in hand