Sitting, laughing with my friends,
Merriment that never ends.
This faÁade canít make amends.
Happiness is my charade.
Visions from my yesteryear,
Acting wild and drinking beer,
Living days so insincere.
Thinking Ďbout the choices made.
Losing life I canít retrieve.
Mourning loss, but cannot grieve,
Emptiness I canít conceive.
Pondering the life Iíve laid.
Sinking fast in my despair.
Burdens far too great to bear,
Reaching out, but no oneís there.
Loneliness, the price Iíve paid.
What Iíve sown, I now must reap,
Languid, not allowed to sleep,
Suffering, I cannot weep.
Pain is caused by this charade.
Growing bitter in my age,
Seeking wisdom from the sage,
Wishing I could turn the page.
Weary from this game Iíve played
Consequences turning dire,
Twisting, tangled in the mire,
Fearing I will face His ire.
I must end this masquerade.
On my search I now embark,
Stumbling, groping in the dark,
Praying, pleading for a spark,
Rescue me from my charade.
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