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Jun 2017
Reckless maybe
I don't see consequences,
No trespassing sign fences,
Can't stay on the benches,
So I'm down in the trenches.

But I'm alive,
So bet the wages,
Fight the cages,
I feel the rage is
Hard to keep, to gauge.

So maybe I'm scared
Living the only life that's there,
Too short, why care?
Still every night I send up a prayer,
Be naive or become a player?

Listening for the voice,
Can't believe I finally got the choice
So why do I hear white noise?

Let's go talk to the boys
We all like to play coy.

Maybe that's in my head,
Can't tell whether to follow where I'm being led
Only certain times to be fled
Because what will I regret just
before I'm dead?

Take me on a ride,
I like your passenger side,
Feels like it wasn't a lie.
This time I'm the one who tried.
I live, breathe this pride,
But I don't wanna if that means hide.
3/8/17
Torias
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