You live and you breathe, and still think you're alive
for nothing's more poignant than braving a sigh
the happy you wear's not the happy you seek; it's a lie
Next day, you'll have toasted to travels and trunks
Your advent'rous side hungers with wanderlust
It's something that's proven, but not with results that you sought
The days and the nights fill themselves with the drinks
and it seems the lady doth protest shethinks
The brink becomes more than idea and fruition's come to
And in your regret you find no more relief
than what you began with, than what you could breathe
it's probably due to the unfortunate self you've deceived
Your location change doesn't alter the truth
of the future that someone had promised to you
not once did the thought cross your mind that what you have accrued is not nearly enough to renew
a cause for oneself that is nobler than thou
but will most likely do for a spot in the crowd
so then live and then breathe in a time that is other than now
before questions like when where and how overwhelm
before you step down for the next to take helm
before your existence is defined at the ring of a bell
it's not war
but it's hell
plead the fifth of your life
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