Tragedy is the human equation for greatness..
It's the one thing we can all confess..
We can rant and rave for years about our pain..
We can talk about it until it drives us insane..
The truth to pain and suffering is the cause..
how the pain can be brought on by ill tempered laws..
Tragedy has forms that hide itself from common eyes..
and hides itself in societies disguise...
Tragedy happens next door... up a floor..
Tragedy happens everywhere, without a common care..
Tragedy is the one thing that I hold close..
Tragedy is something that happens to me the most..
In this tragic kingdom I am the jester..
with these laughs that just fester..
Common ground with tragedy in the line..
where the lines end up being too fine..
Where the lost souls litter the underpasses
and the world looks at them thru blind man's glasses..
where the lost soul is set to wander alone..
away from these people with which it grew..
Flying the path of the lone wind in the night..
and for the lost soul... maybe one day it will set itself right.

11/15/2001

Posted on 11/15/2001
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