Walking around downtown the homeless stick out like sore thumbs.
Another million earned with tax dollars while a childs dreams flickers and fades like a light in the slums.
And the connection between jesus and a big mac is the fact that half of us can't stop eating it up.
Hungry for dark power like a roofie in a girls cup.
The truth was hushed. A crushed tape in a back alley
Some use sex as a means to control
Some pursue one night stands in search of soul
Some burn a bowl
We often hesitate to cross shaky bridges
Acting as our own troll with a billyclub
I know many lives could be saved with a simple hug and back rub
Never judging I can't hold the weight of no gavel
We all know pain
All scuffed our knees on gravel
Some with parental figures present.
Others passed
But my heart goes out to those with loved ones that just hover in the room as living ghosts.
In a burning hotel room I sit.
A radio plays in the background.
And we face these moments at times.
To run away or face the music.
Stay strong my friends.
peace & love
dev
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