Brother of Any

I am a little older now; a little wiser
All these tiny rocks, adding up like boulders
Wanting to stay safe, feeling smothered
Remembering about the good ole days
Remembering how the old ways; back in the day
How they made change.
Racking my brain, I find nothing
Thinking, maybe I could have changed the pace
Now my brother is rotting away; on this strange fascination
Like sticking a needle in your arm, is some form of rehabilitation
The ability to choose, is strangest of all
Even when you know the odds
You risk it all
Sitting at home, when you get the call
This one is all you, your subconscious fall
Feeling in a haze, brought back to the rainy days
When children only play
Before the hurt and pain
Playing over and over again, the day, it was introduced to him
Gone from the day: Everything seems imaginary
And, sweet little Mary, she
Forgets to grasp reality
She would still have a big brother
If not for the unforgiving, reality

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