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The same repedative life
Flashes before my eyes.
I march on every enduring day.
Shoulders slouched to the lies,
Head low in disguise,
Coughing blood from the polluted skies.
"High on life"
This is merely a speculation of how we cope,
manage, how we justify all actions around us
and how we justify ourselves.
I take the left path and see what could have become of the right.
I take the right path - Visa versa.
Life is but a collaboration of what we dream to achieve
and what we truly persue.
Destiny is therefore a state of mind.
No more then an unfinnished rhyme
Put together by the ejaculation of human kind.
Flashes before my eyes.
I march on every enduring day.
Shoulders slouched to the lies,
Head low in disguise,
Coughing blood from the polluted skies.
"High on life"
This is merely a speculation of how we cope,
manage, how we justify all actions around us
and how we justify ourselves.
I take the left path and see what could have become of the right.
I take the right path - Visa versa.
Life is but a collaboration of what we dream to achieve
and what we truly persue.
Destiny is therefore a state of mind.
No more then an unfinnished rhyme
Put together by the ejaculation of human kind.
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