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DUST BALLS OF LIFE Visions slipping by Like a velvet drape Closing, dusty Past lives hurts All I have left is memories Memories on a wall Pictures, diplomas all meaningless Why do I keep them Some past wishes don't come true Tears don't wash away the dreams, and the pains Twisted bowels, failing vision, and rotting gums Some future, some legacy! What price old age Millenium crap is just another year closer to death Morbidity will get me nowhere but closer to a grave Time to get off the aching knees and time to use my power My knowledge, my training Lest I tumble into a vortex and spin out of control I will rise above it all unlike Jesus, I'll do it on my own And plunge ahead once more into the great unkwnown |
Additional Notes:
I know there will be questions about my reference to Jesus, and all I ask
is that the reader figure it out.
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