August 16, 2012
By , Chatham, NJ
I can only see the actual world
Through tiny streams of light

A cave, my dwellings
With woodpecker holes
A lonesome one’s delight

But lonesome’s not me
I’m rather needy
My expectations exceed reality

I’ll never amount
To what I’ve dreamed
My world has too much gravity

Too many ticks have come my way
Too many things to be beat

But one day, I swear
I’ll conquer them all

And finally escape this streak

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