On the streets for too long
The darkness changed it's mind
The river flowed just to flow
Laughed at what I couldn't find
Had everything to fight for
So I swam against the current
There was oxygen and hair
I lost everywhere we went
These are the ironies of agony
And we don't have to like it
But there's an answer in death
And we must acknowledge it
I fought simply for arrival
A steady heart of hope
There was only my survival
No shipyard and no rope
Awaying me from slipping
Breathing to the beat
Of water pavement dripping
Found a lifetime at my feet
Sat in the darkness for too long
The streets, they changed their mind
The river flowed just to flow
This ironic tale; not solely mine
This is a piece about life being hard and how we make it through. --d
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