The lies you told yourself

28 01 2009

You’ve become a preacher without his flock
Your no longer the limited edition you have become the stock
When did you lose your way
O great friend what has driven you astray
Productive is a word you’ve forgotten
All your acquisitions have become ill gotten
You were always the jester in this court
But these days your life seems like a joke
You don’t even respect yourself anymore
And to think we argued over who had the best claymore
You are suppose to be a trailblazer
Now you are not even a dream chaser




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28 01 2009


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