It comes, i hold it , it slips,
I'm striving hard for it, its happiness...
It shines, its stuck, it flips
I wonder if it works out for me, its luck...
Its there, it abounds, then gone,
I'm dying to get it, its togetherness...
I hope i wasn't desperate as i sound,
I try to be content, but failure mounds...
I'm tired of being non-existent,
I'm sick of being unlucky...
Now i wish for my soul to seperate from dis lousy body
I wish to be free, i wish to be free...
Sunday, March 14, 2010
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