Time and Time Again

Time and time again, I feel I've reached the end, A kind of deep dark hollow, Which self-pity soon doth follow. I feel like a piece of **** Useless material , disposed seen fit. So many stones I've left unturned, So many bridges I shouldn't have burned, What is the point of this thing called life? All I see is pain and strife, Though sometimes you feel you've dealt a good hand, It always comes down, crushed in to sand. I may not be the perfect person, I've lived, and learned, and almost certain, Somewhere in this crazy place, Maybe here or outer space, There's a reason to why were all here, And when we get there I will cheer, For we are only human, now pass me a beer .
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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