Dark Glasses.
As I look at the masses through my dark tinted glasses,
I realize, that in life the world is full of arses.
Twisting from left to right, turning from right to left,
Always looking for someone to use as a step.
When will it end? How soon will they go?
And disappear in chasms way down below.
How long does one suffer? How far does one go?
Is there really an “end of the road”?
Uncertainty whistles past my ear,
Opportunity’s knock never comes around here,
Behind dark glasses as I wishfully think,
The dark world around me slowly begins to sink.
Nigel J
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