Still Fatalistic
Maybe it was too much punk.
Maybe it was hating school.
Could have been the loosing bets; right to think it was the bitter pills…
Here I am far past the storm.
No longer wishing I wasn't born.
Head above water but not in the sky.
From time to time I wonder why.
I'm still fatalistic.
Conspiratorial.
Still Fatalistic, head turned backwards; hair over my eyes and throwing water against the tide.
I'm fatalistic, I'm fatalistic, I'm fatalistic...
Copyright © Adam G. | Year Posted 2014
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