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Is This Even Life

Drifting along with the tumble weed
used and discarded
in a throw away world  
 
is this life  
 
a useless smile of imagination  
created on false pretense  
conjuring up images of a happy existence  
propped loosely upon shards of clay  
but really slowly sinking  
with every step  
 
a neglected soul wallowing alone  
as others swallow all that's known  
 
red drops of rembrance  
painted darkened halls  
another day about to take the fall  
 
do I stand tall  
do i believe at all  
worth is not measured in what you own  
but in what you do  
 
 
I'll saddle up and meet you at the sea
Written by JusTim_
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