won’t ever fall for the tales
rather go across the ocean with sails
on the right side take the nails
next is the sword that impales
in comparison to lives lived today
some thoughts die most stay
continue overnight until the next day
put it down here don’t know another way
trying to enrich this life here somehow
closing my eyes with sweat on my brow
closing my eyes with sweat on my brow
can’t focus on then when there is so much right now
move on through the thick thought like a plow…
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