Cynicism
it’s sad when cynicism mugs us
and steals our hope
sets fire to our dreams
and watches them go up in smoke
it’s sad when love runs off
with the floozy next door
when bright young things
can take no more
it’s sad when belief just gives up believing
when you watch it pack its bags
and then watch it leaving
there’s a roomful of people who only stare
it’s true, the place is heaving
but you feel like no one is there
it’s sad when you finally get somewhere
and the place is closed
but to find people who matter and care
that’s the best feeling i know
James Garratt – Friday 28th July 2008
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Cynicism – Written Friday 28th July 2008 (Aged 33)
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