Perpectives of a grey sky
bleak, promising nothing
to restless exuberance
One man's Taj Mahal
could crumble in an instant
Would it leave him with nothing
or release him from shackles
allowing him to stand tall?
You say I'm unrealistic like it's an
excuse for inaction, but your apathy is
the burden we must share. You claim to
support me with nothing more than words
but your pat on the back achieves nothing
You are a participant in this race
SO GET A MOVE ON
Jan 24, 2012
Jan 24, 2012 at 12:03 PM UTC
Perpectives of a grey sky
bleak, promising nothing
to restless exuberance
One man's Taj Mahal
could crumble in an instant
Would it leave him with nothing
or release him from shackles
allowing him to stand tall?
You say I'm unrealistic like it's an
excuse for inaction, but your apathy is
the burden we must share. You claim to
support me with nothing more than words
but your pat on the back achieves nothing
You are a participant in this race
SO GET A MOVE ON
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