Sunday, November 4, 2012

in the morning I laugh

at night I cry

my burden is half

what my penance could try

but I've been schooled

all good intent a delusion

and others were fooled

in all this confusion

I thought I could make amends

I thought our efforts mattered

but that's not how it works my friends

only vanity gets flattered

and then slammed and broken

of which dawn laughs and dark tears are mere tokens

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