the final day but more to come
patiently beating upon the drum
falling into no category
know no end to the story
two decades plus one is not long
not the singer just hear the song
the one lived out each and every day
and for release he may pray
follow roads he knows so well
waves of confusion start to swell
part of the journey once began
sink in water where he once swam
look back some days and things have changed
only to stagnate if he didn't seem so strange
finding release in an unattached way
only thought on the final day. . .
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