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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
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
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