SHADOW BOXING By Tom Jensen
Maids in the morning sweeping up broken glass
Long lost dreams of a shattered past
As a cup full of life is spilled to the floor
A man who once had riches now lives poor
Walking down the spiral staircase that is my mind
Passing all the memories that I've left behind
See the same things enough soon you'll grow blind
Be careful of what doors you open and what you will find
Some patterns are so hard to break they end up breaking you
Anyone who's ever worn these shoes knows this is true
See enough dope and you're bound to give it a try
See murders everyday and pretty soon you won't cry
There's blood on the sidewalk
The scent of death in the air
Yet you stroll right past
While others stop and stare
Some men live long and some die young
Some carry heavy burdens, some carry none
When you're shadow boxing you sometimes bruise
When you fight yourself sometimes you lose