Poem #45

Evil Days
Wallow deep in self pity
Your last chance ’til reality
slaps you in a face you thought so pretty

you lost touch all with your dreams
and you fucked up means 
to believe you could rise above these scenes

lost in suburban constructs
looking past the concrete and air ducts
naught but fakers and weak fucks 

there’s been enough shit, so seems like
It’s all fucked, it just don’t feel right
I ain’t been more realized in my whole life

Forget the past, it can’t be changed
It only matters is what you’ve learned
pick your battles and make them few
your end, your dreams, they’re up to you

Forget the past it can’t be changed
no matter, whatever the people say
There’s just the future, this much is true
your end, your dreams, they’re up to you

This life is movin’ and passin’ us by
Alls we do is hang our heads and cry
about shit that we can’t ask but why

there’s me and everybody gets what’s theirs
fuck whatever is left to burn
Trying as I’m lying, wonderin’ why it hurts.

To scream out at these walls of hate
Falling down with rebound makes you break
you crawl out, you realize too much is at stake

for us to continue with our lustful ways
you know we’re gonna have to find another way
So sad in our blind and greedy, evil days…

Forget the past, it can’t be changed
all that matters is what you’ve learned
pick your battles and make them few
your end, your dreams, they’re up to you

Forget the past it can’t be changed
no matter, whatever the people say
There’s just the future, this much is true
your end, your dreams, they’re up to you

faith makes everybody scared
sheltered by self drawn conclusions
it’s like nobody cares

lost in the plight of what’s wrong or right
can’t see the signs for the blinding light
the shattered souls of our pointless fights

wandering back to the start
Remember where you came or of what part 
of your ice cold and un-bleeding heart

Is left to make sense of this crazy world
that’s left for the future, this maelstrom’s swirl
like to the craziness of the first love of a girl

Forget the past, it can’t be changed
all that matters is what you’ve learned
pick your battles and make them few
your end, your dreams, they’re up to you

Forget the past it can’t be changed
no matter, whatever the people say
There’s just the future, this much is true
your end, your dreams, they’re up to you

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