Philip B. Price - Criminal Career

This thing I chose
It did not choose me
These things I do
So dispassionately
Streets I walk
Eyes straight ahead
I sleep just fine
Where I make my bed
But last night I dreamed
That I could not dream
Lost all the words
For the simplest things
Faces jumbled
Eyes in the place of mouths
Cold was hot
North was south
But life's veil
Is so sheer
The hurt in your eyes
Is so clear
The only thing
That kept you near 
These years
Was my
Criminal career

Written by:
Philip Price

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