Try Try again…
Soldered dreams in sight
Molded delusions respite
Fanciful demons ignite?
Tangible sermons recite?
Play your circle game of “woulda, coulda’ shoulda’s”
Only ‘real’ reality shatters shame, sweetheart
Miles of aisles filling up all that you don’t know
Pitiful piles crowning your grandeur shrine
Make it, make it…stupid 'little' girl
Cut it, hack it, crave it, clasp it
Just an out of reach seven-letter word to shut the world up
Branded 'success' to finally sleep sound
“Proved your point, have you Don Juan’s reckless daughter?"
Where is it?
What is it?
Repeat the question.
No tamer of tigers
Only the lonely hunk of meat in ‘dog eat dog’ land
Float on your turbulent indigo sea
Fail, flail, sail
Never soar.
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