Home grown,
Alone in a city; lightless
And lifeless
But my memories priceless
Homegrown,
Far from you and
Far from who i came to be
Put the Art in Artificial
And struck the initial
Blow at the old me,
Inadvertently
And as my past passes away
I regret my present self,
It ain't really a gift
The cards were poorly dealt
Appropriately, im the dealer
The irony makes it clearer
That the life i chose goes
No where, this cul de saq.
This total lack of whole
Mirrors my solemn soul
Heroes are painted gold
But im rusty, i should fold
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 2:45 AM UTC
Home grown,
Alone in a city; lightless
And lifeless
But my memories priceless
Homegrown,
Far from you and
Far from who i came to be
Put the Art in Artificial
And struck the initial
Blow at the old me,
Inadvertently
And as my past passes away
I regret my present self,
It ain't really a gift
The cards were poorly dealt
Appropriately, im the dealer
The irony makes it clearer
That the life i chose goes
No where, this cul de saq.
This total lack of whole
Mirrors my solemn soul
Heroes are painted gold
But im rusty, i should fold