The view from down here
is never great.
You have to learn to
accept your faith.
Unable to use all
you have been given.
Not even the talent
to make a living.
Days go by with
no destination.
You pray that something
was lost in translation.
Not one of the lucky
or the brave.
Just killing time
to fill your grave.
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