Monday, November 30, 2009

there comes a period at the end of every man's life

these words are a prelude to things to come
if it feels like hell it's because you're bound to face some

i'm a little fuzzy
so won't you please remind me
when you grabbed hands and ran
there was reasoning and rhyming
a new thought process that's bound to awe us
a brick wall built from all our missteps
a holy grudge forged of love and forgiveness

we've played cards plenty
i can call when you're bluffing
pounded heads through enough hands
to know you've got nothing

there comes a period at the end of every man's life
and that period draws closer still
there comes a period at the end of every man's life
and i hope it doesn't feel like hell
there comes a period at the end of every man's life
when rivers are birthed from crying eyes
there comes a period at the end of every man's life
and that little dot is when he wakes up and dies.

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