Drive
Why Nothing Makes Me Smile
I can't leave The Confines Of my Crypt
which over looks my Beautiful graveyard...
From there I enjoy The Sun the moon
and A life Of a Bard...
take away this corpse life...
And in exchange please give me drive...
some zeal...
i'm Not Weak I'm Collecting Layers of lard...
tryin So Hard Not Become A lump of it...
its not the Weather
its not The Time
Its not My Gods
nor the wine
its not my Spirit
nor my Mind...
for all of these seem to thrive
despite the Death of my Drive ....
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