A Done Mans Thoughts
The man sits back
Thinking to himself
Trying to find himself
The time has come
For a decision
The time is nigh
To clear his vision
His thoughts are clustered
And unsure
What should he think?
What has he done?
He can’t figure out
What he needs to be alive
Why can’t he be without?
All he wants is to survive.
Copyright © Jonathan Lecroy | Year Posted 2011
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