So I came here today feeling bad,
Or should I call him, my dad,
But I wonder who of the two,
The earthly one or the one in the blue.
I want to cry and shout out painfully,
I want to express myself truthfully,
How do you go on when you are broken?
How do you when life doesn't give a token ?
Pick yourself up? But I am at the very end,
Just an obstacle? Doesn't look like a bend,
It is a straight road to me, very narrow,
And every time it pierces me like an arrow.
It is one you neither need results ,
Nor do you need any consults,
You see it for yourself,
And judge your own self.
But there's only a little more of hope,
But to me it is more of soap,
Bad taste but a necessity,
For the sake of my sanity .
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