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Everyday is the same
There's no change, there's no joy
I feel weak, I feel tired
I'm depressed, I'm alone
All these thoughts in my head
f*ck, it's all a big mess
Let's move on and forget
All I need is some rest

I feel lost, I feel trapped
Nothing's real, all is fake
When your mind's playing tricks
And it's all just a game
I will never give up
I will not run away
I'll be strong, I will stay
I will make it one day

I will make it one day

Moon between the wires
dreams in towers on cold steel nights
iron bridge century

The year's that have passed hold fond memories, adventure, joy, and heartache
But my ship ain't come in yet, and of this gift of life I'm going too fully partake

Season's have come and gone, like mirages, leaving nary a solitary clue
But my ship ain't come in yet, and there's plenty of thing's left that I need to do

All night the wind blew, gusting, it shook my house on it's frame
But my ship ain't come in yet, and no two day's are ever the same

Shades of gray streak my hair, when the weather changes my joints often ache
But my ship ain't come in yet, and I'm confident my life is still mine too make

My dog Sam, his ship docked yesterday, and believe me it was almighty hard
But my ship ain't come in yet, and I buried him in his favorite spot in the backyard

Its been a voyage of life I've enjoyed too the fullest, I'd surely take it once more
But my ship ain't come in yet, and until it does I'll carry on, just as before.

I see the currents of time marching swiftly, like waves pushed by a mighty wind
But my ship ain't come in yet, and I'm anxious too see places I've never been

I see your face, I hear your voice
Are you in hiding, maybe by choice
As seasons change, and life goes on
Memories linger, from a special song

Life is for living, so we learn to accept
Remembering doubts, upon us crept
Words and images, will always remind
In those quiet moments, our past rewind

Joys, hopes and laughter, ours to keep
Our happiness unique, from us will seep
From our person, as we share day to day
Walking through life, in our own special way

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tonight :
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because of missing you
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hope, the night, will never end
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hope, a shiny moon, will appear
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then, a romantic, heart touching melody, being played, by nightly butterflies
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so, i begin dancing, on the tirsty sand of the beach
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then i dance, non stop, till end of the last beam of sunshine
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because of missing you
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What comes is not expected
And expectations
Fall short of
Reality

A thousand steps
Walking a crooked fence
Am I the only one to say?
This is my miserable penance
A million smiles
Crushed beneath my feet
Yet this crooked fence
Meanders for miles and miles
Can this be the future?
I saw so much in dreams
Where every single face
Shouts to me a million screams
Did I not conquer?
All of known mankind
Yet the crooked fence
Still conquers my mind
I took the boundaries
Far beyond Macedon
Yet a thousand steps
Was never enough Kingdom
For every single man
Would build his own crooked fence
And a thousand steps
Can never cover destiny

If I could have conquered the heavens
Within a thousand steps
And bound all of the stars
Within a crooked fence
Then would I truly have been King
But walking a thousand steps
Along a crooked fence
Would be a million screams too far
For me to face my destiny

Once upon a time
In the presence of my mind
Lived a boy who loved with all his heart

He seemed to be fine
Within the realms of time
But in honesty he dragged a broken cart

He could not define
Between structure an line
So had trouble staying from the start

But he found in rhyme
Something so devine
Past memories he could easily part

Like grapes on the vine
Dressed into fine wine
His words prevailed to the art

Even as the time ticks away at the clock to punch out,
I still feel like my brain and heart are fighting a bout.
In a position where I have never been yet no smile,
Just another worker in a employer's file.
My soul screams for something more I guess me,
Yet my mind can't figure how to get past this greenish sea.
Trapped in a role to dispense false cures for my patients,
Yet my heart bleeds out my pores as it loses patience.

I bought them when I was little
Candy Cigarettes
I walked to the store in Rivervale, Arkansas
About a couple blocks from my Gramma Clay's shack
They came in a box that resembled real cigarette boxes
They were hollow
If you blew on one end
White powder would come out
It resembled cigarette smoke
The one end was red
It resembled the hot ash
You can't buy them anymore
They call them candy sticks
They have no ash
They have no red tip
Oh how I wish it were not so
How I miss those Candy Cigarettes