There's nothing to eat
And no where to go
I keep my head down, because I smell defeat
Yet, I must keep my head above so I do not sink below
So, may I dream upon a dream
And I place my bet upon you.... in order to gamble within this life's gambit
Tell me, have I garnered enough merits to redeem
Or must I take this omnipotent pain and use a blanket?
I do feel comfortable telling you everything
But, I do, sometimes, watch as you cringe
We slowly construct trust again, all the while building
Simply because I eradicated the old habit of a hypodermic syringe
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