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Slave
Slave I am a slave To my thoughts Stuffed in a cave I had my shots Stuck here Wasting away Not a seer Wishing to stray I stayed for a girl And her daughter We had a twirl Not living water I stayed for my mother Who is her golden years Illnesses one after another Outliving her peers I stayed for my health I fight craziness No problems with wealth Persistent haziness A new phenomenon Snuck up on me A black swan A dead sea I can not inhale I can not exercise I can not exhale I can not energize Doctors do not know What is the matter Go with the flow Endless chatter Stuck in this place Waiting it out My time and space I have doubt Doubt of today Doubt of relationship Doubt of future Doubt of fraternity A slave to my existence Waiting for it to end I am leading the residence Nothing to pretend My relationship is over My health is questionable My mother will die My life is debatable Pretend I might Fight I must Chase the light All in or bust Fix what is wrong Seek the solutions Remain strong Proclaim resolutions Resolution to try Resolutions to strive Resolution to fly Resolution to live Might change your expectations Might change your attitude Might rearrange your foundation Might rearrange your fortitude It is not finished It never will be It is not diminished It is what you see See the good See the opportunities See your livelihood See your communities There is a view For you to move ahead It is up to you You are not dead