Friday, September 09, 2011

there is no 'i'

Putting on a false front, she'll never understand
Diffusion into mainstream, the ordinary man
Big shoes to fill, but they shrunk over the years, until
He was reduced to pursuing the cheap dollar bills
All he ever wanted in life was pursuing his dream
But assimilation entails taking one for the team
Coffee shop revolutionaries talk about 'the life'
Escapism entices when competition is rife
When it comes to imagery they are visionary
But unworthy when it comes to reality
The last fours decades wasted on breathing, he spent
Always wondering where the fuck the days went
The years wear on and soon enough he too will be gone
Not quite finished yet but it'll be too late for her to mourn
When you grasp the definition of vulnerable
The delusional will have the truth smacked in opticals

It's 1am in the morning..

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