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