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Hands out I ain't reaching
So scared of leaving
Ain't looking for a reason
Seems it found me so long ago
The esteem of self ain't a confident
Just a fear of reality
Take a glimpse you shall see
It is not all sun and fun
My life 44 years gone now
Lost still like a little boy
What's the problem with isolation
Missed opportunities
Where's the color
Amongst the grays
Shaded black
Time keeps slippin
Love is good Love is great
But unaccepted
In this mess of reality
The simplicity of imagination
Buried goals
Nothing to show ain't willing to look
The true reality of things is I can't cope till now.
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