It’s Lonely Getting Lost
It’s lonely getting lost In the dense forest of life, (Which I often do) Anytime I wander through. No matter how hard or long I try The paths I have chosen are rarely right. And so I am left wandering all night Among trees that always seem the same. The sun, which once guided me Is now shrouded by an overgrown canopy; It’s light, no brighter Than a dancing candlelight’s desperate ...
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