life's hard sometimes and it isn't fair,
life's easy for some who just don't care,
life's a balance between good and tother,
life wouldn't be possible if it wasn't, so there
there's the crux of it all where our paths cross
we turn a corner at the end of a private road
we live and then we die and eventually alone
we get to see what it was all about and why
and sighing breathe out our last goodbye
to everyone, to everything, and singing
silently, internally, we cry, wondering,
pondering, wandering back home.
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