fingers lose their grip on time and space
feet wander aimlessly with nothing to face
deep dark thoughts wreak the mind
as guilty conscious trys to unwind
street lamps glow as they mark the course
cracked sidewalks lead you to the source
shadows stretch and hunger looms
as you barter your dignity and open the tombs
money in hand we eat today as tomorrow we'll pay
the game is ancient the rules change night by day
to quit is to die to continue is certain death
i smile any way its all i know til my last breath
T.A.L jr
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