This life is trying to lose me,
following these paths that fade away and holding on to what confuses me.
Holding my hands out in front,
feeding the emptiness with unfulfilling thoughts.
Thinking of plastic toys and grass stained knees,
a place where there are no paths through the trees,
but instead clear directions all around,
a forest with infinite trails abound...
Wrestling with time and losing to love,
even though my head is hung, i look above.
The world keeps spinning,
the stars stay lit
and living things die,
but the thoughts of change,
of different ways,
stays in my body and in my mind.
"The lights on this path are blinding."
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