brettig
New Yorker
Alot can happen in a year
or less
people come and go
empires rise
to fall
When there is nothing to confess
The Shambolic balance has been maintained
strips torn but happiness retained
till there is nothing left to see
I saw it all.
These things confuse, mangle and wane
till theres nothing left but a cycle of strain
The noble ideal was grand and great but what is left now?
Nothing but a furrowed brow.
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Im Still very meagre with my thoughts and skills...
or less
people come and go
empires rise
to fall
When there is nothing to confess
The Shambolic balance has been maintained
strips torn but happiness retained
till there is nothing left to see
I saw it all.
These things confuse, mangle and wane
till theres nothing left but a cycle of strain
The noble ideal was grand and great but what is left now?
Nothing but a furrowed brow.
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Im Still very meagre with my thoughts and skills...