Looks
like I parted so much for so little
The
future blinks with faint light
A
concern for one who loves it bright
Not
for me, a man of weird mettle
Reality
sinks like an overloaded migrants boat
Clinging
to each other, for that’s all they got
Seeing
an end never anticipated in the beginning
For
their hearts crafted an attitude o f winning
Days
on end yet nothing attracts joy
Instead
it meddles with ambition s like a toy
Overused,
waiting for good hands to discard
No
one is available, it’s that bad
And
end is imminent and sure as the dusk
It
lies in content of unaccomplished task
soul unaware of a broken dream
That
tried to scale upstream
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