The Land of Grimney - The Illustrated Adventures of Cora Pearl, aged 12

This life just beats me up and spits my dreams out one by one,
My open mind a curse I find to all that I've become.

The dirty streets are lined with concrete, Gold is just a myth,
The speed of life the sharpest knife for man to cut you with.

My fingers pounce on laptop keys to find some restitution,
From days like this in dark abyss that shake my constitution.

The thoughts that make me who i am seek also to destroy,
The adult screams at 'worthless' dreams that drown the little boy,

Nothing will tomorrow change, nor life at last become opaque'
For conscience rules we busy fools, decisions formed for us to make,

So just for now I rest my case and roll with all that life has brought,
And take the day that comes my way and not give fools another thought..

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