How's Your Day
Cold and leering, often sneering
I’ve gone through out my day
Feeling no pride, wanting to hide
With nothing I want to say
I will not seek, the world that’s bleak
That offers me no relief
Don’t get involved, nothing’s resolved
Or suffer the pain and grief
Trudging ahead, my memory’s dead
With the awful, the painful and true
My lives at stake, I cannot fake
At all what I’m supposed to do
Is it too late, to change my fate?
Or is it carved in stone?
There is no doubt, I must cry out
And tell God I feel alone
Copyright © Patrick Lorenz | Year Posted 2013
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