As I felt the cold wet asylum,
I beckoned to feel it's wrath,
But as you can clearly see,
All I got was a hearty laugh.
The laugh echoed into the night,
Wavering above my clueless mind,
Haunting my days left and right,
Keeping my future forwarded and signed.
The sign was bright orange,
Also with neon lights,
It came unto be my life,
A man without his mending rights.
As I stared and realized,
Up past the bleeding sky,
I was alive and fully well,
While most just wither and die.
As my life forwarded on,
On past my contempt and glee,
I looked back and waited for my present,
But my future is all I can hope it to be.
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