Watching him so desperately,
Walk away and come to me.
His eyes are large and his heart is broken,
My brother man is going,
...
He calls it a game, for the experiance he lives.
He tells the world how it went, how he is and how its working.
Though i don't mind, i hope he changes, for it could be tomorrow,
Or in the next year, i hope he gets better and finds there is more.
...
Though we walk all alone, the road before us is never firm.
We step and step, one by one, and still we never see the end.
The road arcs and bends, its smooth and bumpy.
The road is flat and the road is hilly.
...
Lets say everyone is the same.
We all have blue eyes,
We all have brown hair,
We are all about 5' 9'
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Work Sucks
I wish for a day, and only a day,
for the world to stop and just let me play.