It’s funny how you find
When you decide to never search,
Or lose while holding tight,
Heart shook and hands all scorched.
The only way up is down,
The only way down is up,
Fortune’s unfortunate frowns
Contiguous to sudden luck.
Ten thousand strings of entries,
Shaped into millennial gaps,
Glass is half full or half empty,
It all comes down to that crap.
Realities of dual nature
Against the stream of real dreams,
My personal
Coincidental future,
It’s what it is, not what it seems
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 9:46 PM UTC
It’s funny how you find
When you decide to never search,
Or lose while holding tight,
Heart shook and hands all scorched.
The only way up is down,
The only way down is up,
Fortune’s unfortunate frowns
Contiguous to sudden luck.
Ten thousand strings of entries,
Shaped into millennial gaps,
Glass is half full or half empty,
It all comes down to that crap.
Realities of dual nature
Against the stream of real dreams,
My personal
Coincidental future,
It’s what it is, not what it seems
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