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To sort of qoute a Pixar movie, "Keep Digging" |
A Miners Tale Another wasted moment, in a catalogue of time, Another chance discarded, for the safety of the black By far my worst opponent, by far my biggest crime, with futures disregarded ... and no way of turning back Despite the times I do it, I try to start again, to build a better future, on the ashes of what's been Why do I go through it? such self inflicted pain When still I bear the sutures, of all the sights I've seen The times when I went mining, striking barren stone The times I hit the motherload and left with hands of dust Such golden powder shining, staining to the bone A brief respite an episode, so lacking in self trust When really I should take my pick, to ore that doesn't hold, head back down, into the mine, trace seam back to the source But striking gold's a greater trick, when cards just will not fold, a trick that sadly isn't mine, so fate, it runs its course Winding blind through tunnels, as flecks glint in the walls Decals from another time, a time when I was lost Through darkened caverns, funneled, by the echoes of your calls, reasons left without a rhyme, counting out the cost The cost of every cold refrain, to hearts... they take their toll, with spirits far and near, transparent with their trust Show me now, a shining vein, that winds down to your soul, and I will show you fear ... in hand of golden dust |