Bohemian Mindset

If I can be of any use
please let me know
I'm sick of being
a sedated parody
in the cold light
of others

I have let you all down
I have let you all down
All I ask
is please...
don't let your children spit on my grave

If I exist rather than occur
maybe then I could look
forwards in my life
instead at back
at the mess I have made
of a wasted potential

I wish I knew how to handle this
I wish I knew how to handle this
All I ask
is please...
don't let your children spit on my grave

I want to die with my boots on
I want to die knowing I tried my best
even though it was all for nought

The End

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