The Bag Of Shit Side Step

I woke up this morning

In a pool of my salty tears

From now on I will cry

Yet I realize why I have my rules

And why I follow them

Because every single time I fall

I fall into the darkness of emptiness

Where people shed their true skin

And expose their evil intentions and unwarming heart

Once again, perhaps I could have stepped into a bag of shit

But before I could try I got pushed into the darkness

© 1999 David Greg Harth

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