Legs have been crippled. Bones have broken.
Constant hard work has left the hands tortured
Dry throat has no words left to be spoken
But the feet stagger in one way: Forward
I do this with the best I can muster
I give every last drop of blood and sweat
Some might say these words are all bluster
But nothing will break from the path that’s set
Some won’t like it but I’m beyond caring
Every last bit of effort I commit
Let them say all the words they’re declaring
This is my best, pal – like it or lump it
I don’t really care about victory
Because I claiming this triumph for me
16th July 2012
Monday, July 16, 2012
Can’t spell confidence without the con
Well it’s happened yet again: Disaster
Yet another plan’s blown up in my face
My dreams have fallen, I’m left in disgrace
With but the remains of a non-starter
I really thought this one would work this time
What was I thinking? I must’ve been a fool
Asking for a break? What a laugh! Life’s cruel
You know, it’s funny how high hopes can climb
Who was I kidding? It was a dumb plan
What a chump I was to think I could win
It was only me I was deluding
How foolish it was to think that: ‘I can’
And so with my high hopes forever gone
I head back to the slime where I belong
16th July 2012
Yet another plan’s blown up in my face
My dreams have fallen, I’m left in disgrace
With but the remains of a non-starter
I really thought this one would work this time
What was I thinking? I must’ve been a fool
Asking for a break? What a laugh! Life’s cruel
You know, it’s funny how high hopes can climb
Who was I kidding? It was a dumb plan
What a chump I was to think I could win
It was only me I was deluding
How foolish it was to think that: ‘I can’
And so with my high hopes forever gone
I head back to the slime where I belong
16th July 2012
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