The Game 6/28
I just laugh,
whenever I start to care,
so much time wasted,
this world is a joke.
Keep playing this game,
death the only way to win.
Walking the streets,
trying to find something,
you always end with nothing.
So alone, we're all the same,
watch it work another day,
of corse for someone else.
Hope only carries so far,
when truth grabs hold.
Showing you where to go,
only after the roulette stops...


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Michele   Michele wrote
on 7/5/2010 9:05:18 PM
I hope your survival instinct remains strong, so you can continue making your wonderful poetry.

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