Not My Style

 

I’m just a hunter on an old cold trail

Love eludes me with the scent of betrayal

Praying to God for some kind of reprieve

It’s hard to go on when you can barely breath,

 

Living alone is tolerable for a while

Until you feel like you’ve swam the Alcatraz mile,

Living for myself is just not my style

Lonely nights are like the Devil’s smile,

 

You might ask what did I do to deserve this trial?

Living like this is just not my style,

 

They say forget about it put it behind

 I’m sure I could if I were deaf, dumb, and blind,

You just might be shocked at what you find

Might be easier had you not lost your mind,

 

What I’ve found is that life’s not always fair

You may not get what you want just because you care,

Some may live in joy some may live in despair

There’s no way to predict or even prepare,

 

We all live in our own separate worlds

Billions of perceptions as each moment unfurls

You can’t make boys into girls

She and I had straight hair neither had curls,

You might ask what did I do to deserve this trial?

Living like this is just not my style.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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