The Rope
one day
we will wake up
and things
will never
be the same
nothing changes
and everything
stays the same
when we are
wrapped up
and twisted
inside
life's game
we fuss
and we fight
and want things
to be right
but when
it all
comes down
we are still
lost
and nothing is
found
we think we can cope
at the end of our
ropes
but the length
is never
enough
and life remains
tough
but we keep on
because there
is nothing left
to hold onto
Copyright © Adam Piper | Year Posted 2007
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