Denial
You have it all
At such a young age
A loving wife, a good job
A boy, a girl
Travelled the world
And moved to America.
Luck follows you everywhere
Maybe it's an ancestor's blessing
You've had it all too easy
And don't value the gifts.
Dark spots of the past
Haunt your conscience
Inside you feel undeserved
And want to tear it down.
So you're on the train
Racing toward death
By internal meltdown
The more you booze
The more you lose
(by Fazeel Azeez Chauhan, 1999)
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