Posted: नोभेम्बर 12, 2012 in Uncategorized

It’s an illusion, this place, we do not exist

a dimension lost in time

We have no value, the rest don’t care

we’re not a nickle, penny or dime

The worthy have moved on, we are left alone

we have the wind but there’s no chime

We can’t catch up, now we’re old and weak

hell, we could do nothing while we were in our prime

The rest is beauty, they’re full of charm

we are nothing but a pile of ugly slime

This talk is worthless, why am I bothered?

I’m not a thinker and not a poet but damn, I can rhyme


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