I woke up on the wrong side of the pavement. I see the city skyline reflect patches of my reality. And never the whole picture. I have reached the peak of my existence in my darkest days. And these street lights will bring me to my next concrete bed. Chiseling my own tomb stone. I wish I could say there was something in the air. It wasn't a friendly inclusive or a warm atmosphere. What kind of God would lead me to the question. Are my days just black and blue. Maybe I'm fed up or maybe I'm just cheap. But there is less faith in each passing sleep. All the letters are adding up to 48. The dry blood and the dirt on the black ink. I'll be the knots in your stomach . I'll be the 50 cents in your pocket. I have reached the peak of my existence in my darkest days. And these street lights will bring me to my next concrete bed. He is swimming in a river of dept. He is swimming upstream. Strength weak within. Every passing hour. Every passing car. Pass out in a stranger's room. The sound of the train tracks will be his lullaby's. He is trapped in his own hell. I'm begging for change instead of begging for my life. It's too late to make amends. I brim my black hat and I raise my sign. I'm a dropout. Because in the end. I'm a burn out. We walk on cursed roads. I'm a dropout. My darkest days. And I burned out. Are still ahead of me.
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