Grieves

a prelude, with an epilogue, or maybe something entirely different...

without scapegoats of our own
faults will tear us down
blaming, excusing yourself from
looking into the mirror

mirrors can be glorified if broken
seven yrs is a long time gone
look more at who you've become
than who you want to be
be all i want is to be
me is beyond the point excused

bruised egos and feelings left in limbo
speaking is easy when your seeking
weather or not you make an ass
out of yourself shan't be a concern
concerns melt away only to come back magnified

anti personal, borderline loner
loan point of view and the clouds may part
sunshine is the day given a chance,
may we be given a chance

to write a story while living it is hard enough
tougher still w/ no one to fact find and point prove
lies are only truths we didn't force,
courses run like oceans
everyone floats down the same stream, &
we're all drowning, drowning, drowning

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