Poetry For Everyday People
The Game
The game has taken it's course
and I have been out for years
yet my broken winged hustler
is lost in what's never been
walking hell for toys
I can't reach what can't
reach, yet all my places still
dance, I guess the wind blows.
and I have been out for years
yet my broken winged hustler
is lost in what's never been
walking hell for toys
I can't reach what can't
reach, yet all my places still
dance, I guess the wind blows.
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The Game
The Game