When everything falls apart,
And you weigh the pros and cons
Of heading back to the start,
And your screen is filled with icons
So that you can't even see,
Your desktop background.
When every moment should be filled with glee,
But instead you feel crushed into the ground.
When you look for a path to take,
But every door is barred,
And for goodness' sake,
You've been charred!
Oh, but you're still alive,
Just minor burns, they say.
Continue to strive,
And you'll never lose your way.
What a joke.
Honestly, everyone loses their way,
And feel like they might choke,
And want to runaway.
But that would be weak,
To give up when you can't go on.
You've got to continue the streak,
Or you won't float on.
When you're a million, tiny pieces on the floor,
And you try to reform,
You wonder why everything is a bore,
And you wish to be reborn,
But the pieces won't fit.
Just stop
And think for a bit,
Where is the top?
If you could piece the pieces back together,
What would you tether?
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The Hobo Tales # 2
I think this thing now consists of mostly poetry and song lyrics. Enjoy anyway.
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