As I Stumble - A Poetic Practice
What a sad existence
When the crowds disappear
Life's unrealistic expense
Mid seems to become clear
Like diamonds in the rough
Made through immense pressure
Nothings got it as tough
Sometimes being alone is not a tough
No point in getting all staunch
It's easy to lie
In ones own pouch hitting like a punch
No ones wishing to die.
Drown your sorrows fool
Stop acting like nothings touched you
Always got to look cool
Shit comes and skies all blue?
No way of knowing what's meant to be
When all the bricks crumble
Not going to let anyone to see
Especially as my emotions stumble.
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