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Junkie with a Dream
Met a Junkie with dreams.
A sadly rare occurance.
What he wanted was luck,
so I wished it upon him.
He told me his dreams and his desires
I listened and knew his walls.
His eyes spoke of fear, pain and hope.
A child raised by demons and dope.
He wanted, by addiction, to have me believe
he could not move on with his will.
He wanted, by addiction, to have me believe
he'd fail so his demons could carry on...So I looked him in the eyes
I saw into his soul
And asked him the question; struck his dread
as his soul tore at his heart to listen well
I asked him with Love "What's important,
A Junkie's plasitc life, or your future?"
He hurt then
as I said "good bye"
I wonder what then he did decide
A good Junkie doesn't Dream.
August 7th, 1999
-Siv-
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