Handed over
Handed over, a fate unknown,
to late to stop, to late to sorrow,
taken away by ignorant decisions,
friendships lost, broken bridges,
scars, dug in too deep and darken and bleeding,
tired eyes of living in this prison,
finding memories of what's given,
all are lost in a vision,
fighting to stay in this vesicle that my spirit resides in,
humorous thoughts of childhood playgrounds,
growing up as a frowned upon image,
give your thanks not to me or your belief in a religion,
only to now and the breath you are given,
because every moment you are given,
only takes the next moment for your life to be taken.
to late to stop, to late to sorrow,
taken away by ignorant decisions,
friendships lost, broken bridges,
scars, dug in too deep and darken and bleeding,
tired eyes of living in this prison,
finding memories of what's given,
all are lost in a vision,
fighting to stay in this vesicle that my spirit resides in,
humorous thoughts of childhood playgrounds,
growing up as a frowned upon image,
give your thanks not to me or your belief in a religion,
only to now and the breath you are given,
because every moment you are given,
only takes the next moment for your life to be taken.
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