Myself with no words
And a broken body,
It just should not be so difficult
Perhaps I ask for too much by todays standards.
After all it is new
And today is only yesterdays tomorrow
So it is certainly different.
But I am still no better off
The best time has past
Like a party being busted by police so quickly
And sickly I am
People stick around like glue,
Self administered, trapping your own pretty mind.
But I don't mind.
Because It has been lost at sea for too long
My ship has sunk
Like the setting sun
Stainshane
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