Blessings of Heart Aches
Never knowing what is the should of situations.
No longer fighting but loving relations.
Drinking from a bottle but from the pool of certainty.
Preparing myself for something that is inevitable.
I was told that it doesn’t matter how much money you make.
Aslong as you make it work.
It was the simplest piece of advice someone could give.
Blessings bestowed from above onto my hands.
Working hard breaking my way through the sands.
Time always working against all of us.
Everybody racing towards death.
While killing ourselves too balance in between.
What are we? An illusion? Or just a joke among others?
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