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Life's a trip when circumstance ages.
Here leaves now a million stages.
Act it out and blame rage for leaving.
Sell a line to those who stopped dreaming.
Maybe virtue changes when the tune seems winded out?
Deserts sell winter sands to the clouds of doubt.
It's Africa in lights on this road of memory.
Chicago seems cold, when Milwaukee gives Houston irony.

The joke of the times laughs the past away.
Memories of life give pallets the color of faith.
Paint us a future with all your colors of fate.
Black and white give gray the power to hate.
Mix me a world, where sunflowers give a crocadile grace.
I'll walk this woman a girl and spit destiny into a liars face.
The old man helps this girl forget what children should not hear.
She got laid by life and conceived her fear.

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The feeling of foreboding is unmistakeable here. Well done.

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Thank you for the feedback. This is just an angst filled rant for the most part. About settling and the ill's of living as society expects, and not being able to do anything about that but bitch and go back to work

Jason Czebotar
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