Careless Desperation
Careless desperation without a copywrite.
Dangerously displaying the pretty words we write.
Thoughts of dreams, thoughts of schemes we share so desperately.
Caution is ignored so that someone else can see.
The unknown future is cloaked in mystery.
As we sit here in the present, aware of history.
We walk alone into the night.
Knowing very well, we're not strong enough to fight.
What will be, is what will be.
I thank God he's watching over me.
Knowing I'm a gambler with every dime I've got.
What I've won so far is not alot.
I'm a big talker when theres no one to hear.
Quiet as a mouse when I'm full of fear.
It makes me angry, what my fellow man will do.
Stab you in the back, refuse to pay his due.
But here I sit continuing to write.
Never minding the unknown answers within sight.
Taking back the power that you can not steal.
Sharing with everybody, the way that I feel.
Copyright © Robert Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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