give me a loaf of bread
before I drop dead
so that you can come
and bestow upon my soul virtues I never had
say you truly love me
before we become 'used to be'
and you turn into a philosopher
waxing cliches
like you don't know what you have till its gone
life is a lot like a novel
lots of plots twists before the shovel
lots of characters, aiding or derailing the script
and sometimes the confusion between the real and ideal
makes life unbearable
you fall into hard times
that make you long for those nursery rhymes
because the meaning of adulthood gets lost
and you wonder why you were
so much in a hurry to grow up
they say life is unfair
because it is supposed to be
they say diamonds take a beating
to become the 'it' thing
but you are no diamond and hard is not your portion
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