Poetry For Everyday People
Limits, Reality and Imagination
Most
don't know,
and it's suicide
to think they do,
or will
someday,
it's not that
I feel superior
my beautiful friends,
it's the fact
that I been dealt
this,
so I lick
the wounds and
keep salt away
best I can,
I write,
as people kill,
betray,
plot,
part,
pretend,
I write,
as the moon's invaded,
and the sun's too hot
to screw with,
I dig understanding
from a far,
believing, without
proof,
people mostly compete
for prizes their
not up for.
don't know,
and it's suicide
to think they do,
or will
someday,
it's not that
I feel superior
my beautiful friends,
it's the fact
that I been dealt
this,
so I lick
the wounds and
keep salt away
best I can,
I write,
as people kill,
betray,
plot,
part,
pretend,
I write,
as the moon's invaded,
and the sun's too hot
to screw with,
I dig understanding
from a far,
believing, without
proof,
people mostly compete
for prizes their
not up for.
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Limits, Reality and Imagination
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