Fool the world
Locked inside my broken body, I may be paralyzed but I still dream, wishing I was a whole man again, often makes me want to scream
Remembering when I was fully functional, my life was so much fun, I'd be the first up for anything, like a bullet from a gun
Now all I have are memories, reminders on my phone, often they still make me smile but sometimes I cry alone
I often dream of better days, of things done long in the past, they bring me small comforts but that don't really last
I know I must try to suck it up, do my very best to fight, it's difficult when your pillows tear stained on a cold and lonely night
But tomorrow brings a brand new day, I must strive for more, look inside myself to find the man, the one I was before
Till then I must carry on, put on a brave face and fake a smile, go out there and pretend all is well and fool the world in style
THE KINKY POET