The aftermath of the dreams unfounded, the picture of 3D surrounded, I'm confounded. Thoughts of what family suppose to be, has me hurting, searching for something to fill the gap, that's why I write on where my life lapse. I trap my agony on the trapeze, trying to please from overseas so I moved home, never known, it's just one man against the grain, my brain frustrated wishin for a time to be elated, I created a false realm to grab the helm, the film rolls on, and I watch in a theater all alone, the flicker of the film shown tone the harsh truth, with proof that it's a one man fight and the dim light makes it hard for sight I attrite to the price high cost, and sit here writing knowing it's already at a loss. Not the boss, just the jester falling down from the pressure, I'm the lesser of a factor, the detractor, with father who's passed, I hold the task of blood line gone, compose songs wrong, I long for the right poetical pictures to galvanize my thoughts like scripture, it's a mixture of a dream and a fear fair that equates to a nightmare. I stare down the barrel of a gun, for fun…pull a trigger like it's roulette the effect it I'm set in my ways that this life is a phase. All will go to the next level some with angels and some with devils. And my pain plain as I exclaim the shame I'm just a name that sounds the same. And the aftermath of the dreams unfounded, un-astounded, but still surrounded.
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