I believe that my fate
is to never escape
This cluttered, discolored landscape
swelling
growing
ready to burst
again you show your very worst
And it’s twisting
….burning
…always churning
moving forward, never learning
Matters not that my feet were set in motion
with determinant linear devotion
‘Cause the ground keeps shifting and changing terrain
And nothing ever stays the same
I know that it shifts, but I’m ill-equipped
to alter my course through power of force
I could plan for a detour to soften my path
And maybe spare my own blistering wrath
But no.
I plan to walk straight every day
But it never seems to work out that way
Intent don’t represent the end result
And I only have myself to fault
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