Universal Collision

Juggling everything I hold in my hands

Watching them slip like there was even a chance

The harder I grip is like sand in my hands

Trying not to trip as I keep piling them back.

Should have know better

But the gravity is the same

Work it out better

yet it’s always the same.

Counting my luck

While it’s running out

Don’t have a clue.

And IOU can’t answer prayers now.

How do you choose

A better life now.

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