I am sure of nothing now
I walk the street and observe the sprawl
my business is done and my living is too
but why am I still here?
I've made enough god-damned mistakes
to last five lifetimes or more
and I don't relish handling all of them
but why am I still here?
is it a worse fate?
a price beyond my knowing?
a last lick before entering the chute?
but why am I still here?
Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
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