Get Up, Kid.

Get up, kid

This life ain’t gonna live itself.

 

The poets and muses

Are beggars and users

Discontent

Unsatisfied

Sinking wrecks and

Petrified

Of getting up

And getting out

 

Are you going nowhere, too?

Are you gonna scream

At your broken dreams and

Drink away your youth?

 

Don’t you dare come

Crying to me

I see the damage you want to believe

But you and I both

Know it’s all of your own design.

 

Don’t you dare tell me

I don’t understand

I know that it hurts

…when you sit on your hands

Laying the blame on the world

For the state of your mind.

 

So get up, kid

Get a grip.

Get up and

Get out.

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[TLK]

Life does live itself: and then it's over.