My ego tried to impress me
But the fact is, I’m losing ground
When I wrestled with my Demons
God is nowhere to be found
My RNA is failing
In a blemished tarnished blur
My eyes are getting tired and
I’m searching for my words
My dreams are but exhausted
I’ve lived and lied and loved
I took the devil by his horns
I never did give up!
What sound did I make
What word did I leave out
If I’ve said my all
Where is my curtain call
Now
My dressing room is bear
The end was somewhere in there.
Traveler Tim
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