No sugar in this place,
seas of wine run dry.
Only cloudless life without smoke,
so many doors without keys.
Chokes without tokes,
as days pass by.
Yet here I am,
I remain unchanged.
Stronger than your average life.
Ready to move out from the sorrow,
to the edge of everyday strife.
To the realities of more than enough,
because plenty just won’t do this time.
I need such a higher decree to satisfy,
these dreams I keep in my mind.
Gifts from a benevolent being,
to the heart that I have deep inside.
I must succeed,
I must succeed.
Because I can’t count on anyone else.
So I’ll pray for the day,
that love defeats hate,
and my health can harbor my pride.
Copyright © Tony Brady | Year Posted 2017
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