Dark Path
Blindfolding, walking backwards, on ice that’s paper-thin. Nevermind where they’re going, they can’t even see where they’ve been. Some of the youth of today are lost, and in fact, not trying, to be found. Determined on a day and night journey, for the pursuit, to be placed, in the ground. You can talk to them all day, but it seems like they just don’t listen. I don’t think they’re not paying attention, I think there’s something in their mind that’s missin. Some say, it must have been the parents, that provided a lifestyle so dense. But I say that’s still no excuse, for not using the gift of common sense!Dark Path
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