Tripping over good intentions gone bad
Stumbling on the slippery slope
Situational defines the bigger picture
On the brink yet never over the edge
When the eyes no longer give a clue
Emptied is a spirit once vibrant
A facade for a smile appeared genuine
Tears shown are most often not seen
An iota cannot define dignity
A shred can never avail self worth
A morsel is meant for hanging on
Never costive is never adhesive
The ties binding for fear of being alone
When alone the truth must be faced
The reality paints that bigger picture
Or are we intended to create collectively
Three parts despair is always despair
One part hope is to play the fool
The living never care about the living
And the dead have no time for regrets
Stumbling on the slippery slope
Situational defines the bigger picture
On the brink yet never over the edge
When the eyes no longer give a clue
Emptied is a spirit once vibrant
A facade for a smile appeared genuine
Tears shown are most often not seen
An iota cannot define dignity
A shred can never avail self worth
A morsel is meant for hanging on
Never costive is never adhesive
The ties binding for fear of being alone
When alone the truth must be faced
The reality paints that bigger picture
Or are we intended to create collectively
Three parts despair is always despair
One part hope is to play the fool
The living never care about the living
And the dead have no time for regrets
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