My Reality

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My Reality

Long Day, Longer Night
But You Know What? I Feel Alright.
My past Is Here in front Of Me
The Pain, The Hurt, The Misery.
Yes I Did All Those Terrible Things
The Endless Drinking, The Mindless Flings.
But Now, So What! I Can't Get Stuck
In All This Filth, This Dirt, This Muck
It's Time For Things To Start Anew
It's Time For Grey Skies To Turn To Blue
But Talk Is Cheap, I Know The Score
I've Done This Talking Bit Before.
It's Time To Stop The Hurt And Pain
And Never Do Those Things Again.
Consistency Is The Key
And In All Probability
I'll Be Consistent For A While
But Then With That Cunning Smile
The Old Me Will Creep Back Again
And All The Good that I've Done Will Seem In Vain
That"s When I'll Stop And I'll Think A Drug Or A Drink
Might Ease The Pain, But Then I'll Blink
And Clear My Vision So That I Could See.
What My Life And My Family Really Mean To Me

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Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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