Poem about identity.
I can’t reach my destiny
Cause it doesn’t exist
If I take the wrong road
I’ll just have to feel the pinch
Within an inch of my life
So if I guess right
I’ll be in luxury’s arms
That’s a sight to behold
I’ve been told
That all it takes is faith
And the strength to learn
From your next mistake
Futures gate might not be locked
Pocket the note with the direction at the top
All’s not lost it was just never found
The torn flesh pound for pound
In the surround sound of someone else’s comfort
The glass is half full
The poison is in the drool at the bottom
Forgotten in the face of believed prosperity
Nothing’s fair for eternity
Return the key
After you lock the door
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