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Centrifuge
Life's centrifuge is spinning out of control
Blood being spilled and I feel it in my soul
How do you console an old depressed mind
When there's only heartache on time lines
Bullets flying, people dying and it's daily news
Steel stealing free will & folks' right to choose
Some choose to booze or to take tokes to cope
While others stay woke but choke on lost hope
Blood being spilled and I feel it in my soul
How do you console an old depressed mind
When there's only heartache on time lines
Bullets flying, people dying and it's daily news
Steel stealing free will & folks' right to choose
Some choose to booze or to take tokes to cope
While others stay woke but choke on lost hope
Published 10th May 2021
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10th May 2021 12:52pm
Hope is never truly lost
But, like Langston Hughes wrote "a dream deferred can fester and shrivel up in the sun" not even close to an accurate quote
But he carried a burden similar to your own
And you share the same muse, Sir Damon
But, like Langston Hughes wrote "a dream deferred can fester and shrivel up in the sun" not even close to an accurate quote
But he carried a burden similar to your own
And you share the same muse, Sir Damon
10th May 2021 1:23pm
Remember hope ... it was only thing left in Pandora's Box ... despite all of the evil released into the world ...
4th Jul 2021 7:52am
It feels like there's no winning some time. We can take the high road and deal with the frustration, or try to cope in other ways and that's still gets damned.
Well penned.
Well penned.
