Miss This

Closing my eyes for for the peace

Pretending life doesn’t truly exist.

Drums beating in the distance

Entertaining what we couldn’t resist.

Measures of life moving like current

Save a few that go against the flow.

Maintaining a valuable rhythm

Yet some are here only for the show.

Opening my eyes to the reality

Single will be my reserve.

A few could change the course

If only they had the nerve.

Corny is the man that fails

Then seemingly takes the piss

Crossed hairs in the scope of fate

You’re not even bright enough to miss this.

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