Aschgrau

Cigarettes and shadows
Mark the revolution
You get the message
You're the action man
Although
You never follow through

This life is a habit
That you cannot kick
Complacent you deny
That you ever did anything
Out of the blue

You strike out
Intent on another lie
Planning road works
To heaven
Too late
You're body clock
Strikes eleven

Baggies and stilettos
Cross dressing in collusion
All your talk
Remains so unclear
Each word a new contusion
Revealing your life

This sad delusion

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