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Roots
Lines are drawn at birth Genetics deciding our worth, Lead along by the media on a stick Truth burns thin, reaching the bottom of the candle wick Born alone Into this body I own, Stepping face first into the unknown, Naïve and panic prone. Mother tried to raise me right, Taught me how to swallow my pride; to be polite. That the world’s a dark place when someone shuts off the lights, She says everything will be alright, then cries herself to sleep every night. Never owned anything I didn’t have to take Stealing, manipulating, and lying for my own sake, I’ve made a few haunting mistakes; Some holding me down like ten ton shoes, anchored breathless at the bottom of the lake. Father showed me how to be a man, That there is not a single problem that can’t be outran Yet sooner or later we all face the hangman, Fleeing our problems only leads us back where we began. Gone are the days of simplicity, A foggy memory, Head in the clouds Lost in nostalgic sounds. Introspecting what I’ve become Drifting through the days as they come, The deadline for adulthood arrives too early; The death of my imagination surely.
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