Three Wise Men
Three wise Men
Three wise men sitting, waiting, wishing
The world they fought but never conquered
Left with only meant to bees, sipping overpriced coffee
Words are all thats left to live a life they never left
Reality stops as their history takes over
The future lies before me cause im slowly getting older
But i’m alive!....or so i thought
You see, I never conquered as they did
Its easy to hate their male white privelidge
Its harder to see that i’m the one at the bridge
I’m depressed and somewhat suicidal
Judging old men when im living in denial
My stare could stretch a thousand miles
My mind was broken and its been a while
The last 35 years are the best I never had
I never lived; i’m not alive
I’m just a ghost that never says goodbye
Hear my story but dont ever follow
I’m half of their age, but my life is so hollow
Three old wise men sipping on corporate noise
Knowing what I’ll never see
I see the life that I set free
I’m not judging
I’m just rotting inside
I’m living my truth
And there’s no where to hide
I dont want to be a revolutionary
I don’t want to be an inspiration for many
I wish i could have been an old wise man sipping on the noise
Instead i’m just a tr***y; a body here to fill your void
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