I Thought It Was For Free
I thought it was for free
Oh how I thought, how could I think
so wrong?
I reached out my hand to take it;
but the pain, racked me to my core
I dreamt of many things; beautiful things
Lying in the road;
Lying by the wayside
I thought I saw people milling, taking, talking
but there was only me
Grabbing, grabbing at such beautiful things
I thought they were all for free;
I cried out in anguish: Why? Why?
And waking in a panic, in a sweat
In my dark, dank room
I cried in anguish,
In a sorrow of such an inconsolable fathom
As I reached to turn on the light
In the middle of the day.
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