I'll have a beer;
Maybe ten and three;
Then maybe I'll be near
To forgetting all my misery
There's a piece here;
Some more over there;
Fragments of every fear
Are scattered everywhere
You say you care;
Yet you are never around;
Giving you everything that I dare
Is apparently not enough, so I have found
I must try and move on;
And save what dignity I've got;
The cloak of aloofness I must don
For the patience of Job I have not
And when you ask
To where have I gone away
The response given, from behind the mask
Shall be, "where never again will I be led astray."
© 2016, RTS Works
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