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.:All Roads:.

for sure
we�ve
heard it from
bulls & heifers
odd kings & even lepers

that all roads, they
lead to a final drop...that final stop
the relinquishing of that never-ending clock

as if our time;
had been our subjective choice
they�ll be
stiff upper lips
begetting tear ducts moist

hopeful
for an end �
we could somehow control
but the flesh will be fleeting
whereas aloft goes
the soul

so our
countdown
gets measured to
the very last click
what was once new birth
becomes death real quick

yes all roads
they lead to a final �I am here�
where some earn fresh laughter
others...their worst fear