I thought it was but it was not
a rainbow with a golden spot
marked by a cross,
and I am at a loss now
to explain
is anyone or only
me to blame?
I dug
I dag
I digged
dogged as I am
never found the treasure
I remain
the poor man.
Life goes on or so they say
not sure of that
though
at least for today
it will
and they also
say
Oh, still the tempest in my heart
take of me a piece and let
us part
as friends.
Life may go on
but it also ends
unless of course you're
an immortal.
Through these shining hours
I've cruised
bruising for a fight
the night
wins by a knockout
every time.
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 2:31 AM UTC
I thought it was but it was not
a rainbow with a golden spot
marked by a cross,
and I am at a loss now
to explain
is anyone or only
me to blame?
I dug
I dag
I digged
dogged as I am
never found the treasure
I remain
the poor man.
Life goes on or so they say
not sure of that
though
at least for today
it will
and they also
say
Oh, still the tempest in my heart
take of me a piece and let
us part
as friends.
Life may go on
but it also ends
unless of course you're
an immortal.
Through these shining hours
I've cruised
bruising for a fight
the night
wins by a knockout
every time.
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