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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I’m pissin’ in the wind and a hurricane blows, driftin’ too far drownin’ in a sea of woes Feet of clay crumble from under its weight, and I drink to forget but fear it’s too late And I wanna vent but it’s better I don’t and I wanna leave but I know I won’t I suck it up and try to be a better man and substitute reality with anythin’ I can Till I no longer feel and too much to bear, and look in the mirror and no longer care The dogs of time are howlin’ at the moon and I feel like I’ll be joinin’ them soon That fortress I built means nothin’ at all, sadly it's just a brick and not a wall That road I'm travellin’ is aimless and long, and it’s paved with sh*t and has been all along Love and joy and hope are fanciful dreams, in this world of mine nothin’ is as it seems Gaslit truth and trust and culture wars rage, and I fear I've entered a dark Orwellian age A crisis of aspiration takes a frightenin' toll, and that scream I hear comes from the soul The winds of fate blow in the end times too, and storms are gatherin’ but what am I to do This big old universe keeps fu*kin’ with me but I won’t tempt fate and what will be will be I’ve spoken with God and read the holy writ, it sucks if my fate is to burn in a flamin’ pit I can breathe in the air but not livin’ is dyin’, and I've asked myself what’s the use in tryin’ For the fork in the road is nigh just up ahead and I wanna go straight but will veer instead Now the clock is tickin’ in the midnight hour and the taste of death is both sweet and sour Ya must do what ya must for it’s not well to exist when the sum of all things are too much to resist Written: February 1996
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