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Penned in a comfortable bed as snow fell out my window, dedicated to those less fortunate |
The Great Outdoors Lying in the gutter Gazing at the stars Every shake and every shudder … how long can this last? As snow drifts from the canvas Meandering on down This night will be a long one I pray the morning's found As people mill right past me Guilt in their disguise Its what the lost and found see Our stories in their eyes With symptoms read as causes Beginnings viewed in ends Side effects as reasons and treason in the trends The patterns life weaves for us With threads that fray with time Darning where life leaves us The tapestry entwines A world where we can all live? Where everyone can climb? Where everyone can all give, and earn our place in time? Awarded on our merits With medals in our grasp Sometimes some souls inherit Flawed castles blown in glass Blown of glass so fragile Not built to take the strain Against life's storms so agile There are losers in this game Doesn't matter if you choose it The gamble ambles in Someone has to lose it For someone else to win For capital we struggle We have our hands to play In the aftermath, the rubble The remains of a long day Some will climb the towers, of ivory up high Some dwell in the bowers Whilst others lower, lie With lives set on a different path Some bad decisions made Amidst life's unforgiving wrath A downward spirals played With destinations noted Departures are ignored Origins are disregarded Only scapegoats are explored With maps and keys and legends The cartographers descend Warning, Here there be Dragons! and that... is where it ends In the gutter, 'neath a waning moon The monsters slowly die Praying that its ending soon … as snow falls from the sky |