In a race that has no finish
Where the dead except no blame
The living are fraught and foundering
All in all it's all the same
Like a game in extra endings
With no tally as yet confirmed
Destructions are found in compliance
So no longer are we concerned
About an excuse that's worn and weary
Where over use has taken its toll
With reasons that are clouded and bleary
Forever on, it is we roll
Blinded once more by a fettered faith
A truth in lies now told
Tell me just where do we get off
On being oh so bold
Tell me just where do we get off
On being oh so bold
as always, wordsy "a thin trail of whispers
across a wandering mind
faint flashes of fantasy
that I often find
merely jaded shadows
of who I used to be
they fill with words, my pages
for all the world to see"
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