I remember an ole saying... "Some have a death wish"... It applied to how so many of us Seem to poison ourselves... With liquor, with smoke Of varying tokes... And each day that we look At whom we think we see In our mirrors reflecting All we can or can't be In our minds that lose track Of all time or the lack of While poisoning ourselves Thinking, "Oh what the hell" It's a power...control... We can do what we want!! To OURSELVES, "so back off!" "You don't OWN me!" "I'm FREE!!!!" But then one day we see.... All that time that was spent Being so damn hell-bent On freedom of choice Ignoring that voice Comes to haunt us at last... Our deeds come to pass And we're dying, diseased... Cause we did what we pleased! But the POISON, is really What did what IT pleased! It knew how to taunt It knew how to tease! We are now anything... ANYTHING BUT "FREE!"Birth sign: Pisces
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