Sunday, November 10, 2013

Akin to a Rolling stone

its mighty odd..
it aint no good

that other people walk away with the prizes
how does it feel?

like a complete unknown.
its the end of the day.

And i know that i should have known better
before double vision struck at the root of me
before refusal was my only alternative

tell me in all honesty
how does it feel?

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