Awhile ago I was homeless. I thought there was no escape. I accepted it.

when i die

spread my ashes across the seven seas

and promise that youll remember me always

for the good times but especially the bad,

and for those who i never met,

the good times we coulda had…

im a loser, im good at that

but im the type to play just so i don’t get fat

what is this world but someone elses game?

what are we but utterly insane?

So dance with me in the rain,

forget the pain but cherish it’s lessons

grow old and love it’s many blessings

and when the fish in the oceans

come upon my ashes to eat

my cycle of life will have been complete

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