17
Feb
Poem
To me.
A dream is what you were destined to do or be.
But.
What’s a dream to a non sleeper? What’s faith to a non believer?
The thought of failing to an over achiever?
Love comes.
Then it leaves ya.
Lies in the school is what they teach us.
Tried to find the truth in the bible.
I barely can believe the preachers.
Why does a helping hand need diamond rings?
To help the junkies and the fiends.
And you say.
If we just pay $20 plus shipping.
Your lil towel will change how we living.
To me most churches are crooked.
Robin the congregation.
But not really Given.
This is a poem of randomness.
No meaning.
That’s how it ends.
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