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A Passenger

September 7, 2017

Can’t let it go, the wrongs that can never be righted

Forever I hold on to a grudge turned benighted.

Whichever way I turn brings up the same stale trash

I am never in the driving seat, so I always crash.

A passenger as my own life inexorably passes me by.

Cold reality crushes the dreams in which I can fly.


I see all the tricks and all the sleights of hand,

in which others engage, they think they are clever, to me they are bland.

I see myself reacting with anger and cannot hold back

Fakery and duplicity I won’t give any slack.

A witness to my life seeping away with each agitation,

with each drink to limit my cogitation.




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