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Painfully I think of whyMy mind tends to wander and fretHopefully I look to the skyAnd regard the things I might regretHow do you take the past and make some type of calculationRendering things done somehow right or wrong or perhaps even barely acknowledged within the minds gestationMaybe that’s the feeling we fear mostInsecurities or reasons that we boastAll alone while completely surroundedFeeling like we should be floating when we are hopelessly groundedUp and down and left and rightNo play on words can describe life’s flightAll I have found is there is a pattern left behindThat we only see when we press rewindperhaps thats the true hilarity in this equation that we liveOnly in hindsight can we learn to love or forgive
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