life's journey
it's a dream river a flood, its a path so old it cant run, its an overgrown field in the sun , its a journey that ain't ever really over, its a run in the rain of time, it's a pragoy in the field of lies, it's a clock set back way to far in time, it's a mother holdin up her hand when it's time, its a growth in the journey its a past far to scorted to miss as mine, it's a pack of thiefs that sit around and tell lies its a missive so warped and tattered that even it can't be read , its a ball so flat that it won't ever roll on byWere taught to take at least partial responsabilit for everything in our lives, but how much guilt is to much guilt? what things do we blame on the chaos theory, and what do we take as part of our failures?
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