Oh how the reality stings


Oh, how reality stings
I wasnt born unto this world
By fabulous kings,
Im just a grain of sand,
Amongst the rest,
My heart pounds with a reason,
Yet im least in any season.
Im tired of trying,
It seems im the only one,
That isnt lying.  Oh, which
Reminds me, how great the rest
Who’ll rise and always rise,
As the invisible, weak and (small, in all areas) continue the fight,
Cant walk through the sticky thick
Mud of the constant struggle.
Breathe, breathe, hope its the last
Cmon Lord, bring it to me fast,  i
Know how to please, but keep it underground, because theyre embarresment is more valuable, the lowly only weak short dick scum, we are the bottom feeders, yet we press on, why we press on is beyond me.    Im ready to retire to the ashes of a “used and abused” accident we bagan with.No, your right i need no one.  This isolation chamber keeps getting smaller, smaller, shorter, and shorter, and more worthless, and then soon youll need a magnifying glass.   Why?  Why? 
What good could ever come from the mutations of the lowly earth deposits that we are?
The daily reminders of a broken record.   Earth, i cant win…..but ill continue to battle even still.

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About D-Bone

singer songwriter for 20+ years, over 25 recorded albums, and performed over 1000+ shows from 1993 till still. New album coming out soon, and updates regularly. I'm 39 and a starving but happy "living my dream" musician/artist.
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