Apr 8, 2009

The Street



There is nothing like people

to teach you life,

to really trip on true joy,

ya gotta know strife.

The years and the miles,

times of new eyes.

A man will always age,

no matter how he tries.

There is nothing like a street,

learn how sad it is.

Winos in the dirty alleyways,

lying in their piss.

Tired old bag ladies mumble,

walk a footsore step,

walking, ever walkin' on,

waiting around for death.

And the trippers, mad ones,

youth burning in their eyes.

Crazily hunting out the night,

'till the dawn of light.

Prostitutes with tired glances,

junkies big and small,

heavy metal, all leather spikes,

i thrive to know them all.

The years and the miles,

i see with sad eyes.

A man will always grow old,

no matter how he tries.

There is nothing like life

to teach you spite.

To truly trip on happiness,

ya gotta know strife.


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