The world may thrust me away
or try, as it may
to smother me
with it's evil vile ways
I will resist
even if resistance is
well, you know
useless, futile, a waste
I spit in the face of denial
and fight the sweeping hands of time
and never will succomb to the heavenly embrace
of giving in, and giving up, and selling out
I shall fight the good fight
and never waver when the chips are down
penniless and broken
I shall rise higher than the phoenix
and soar with greater ease than angels
because I know the secret
I know how to move past it all
I know the answer
It is
?
(Do you know?)
1 comment:
I don't.
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