Life
Life is a road paved with broken glass
Lost hopes
Shattered dreams
Regrets that come back to you
Like a old wound, yet not fully healed
Life is filled with disappointment & short comings
Ever reminder of weakness
People, places, things
That you may never grasp
Never know
Never fully understand
Life is like a hallucinogenic
It changes you
Messes with your mind
Twists & turns your thoughts
Effects you
Making your nightmares into reality
Seeming so real
Life is like groping for the light switch in a room with no windows
You bump & bang into desks & tables
Trip & stumbled over things you can't even identity
You hit the cold ground
Hard
Traveling on hands and knees
Fearing the next fall
Hands scurry across the ground in front of you
Moving in a urgent state
And when you finally reach the wall
And flip on that light
Your time is up
Your time is spent
And you die
Life is a road paved with broken glass
Sharp, piercing, cold
Glass
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