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Drudgery of Days

 
They
mangled your dreams
the ones  
you should have reached for.
Not everyone  
can be a quarterback
or write like Shakespeare,
but once upon a time
you heard that voice
singing in your head
sweet music
loud and clear
though nobody else did.
Then somehow  
life trampled you,  
the big foot came down
and they sold you on
the drudgery of days.
Grey routine with
responsibility growing
like Chinese whispers,
choking your ears
until the dreams  
turned to wax,
just dead cells
to be picked at
and cast out
forgotten with the trash.
How could you buy into
all of that
to be not even a has been
and worst of all
never having tried.
Abracadabra
Written by Abracadabra
Published | Edited 27th Mar 2016
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