sometimes in the heat within the company of the fleet i feel the lonely bleat like a lost lamb on the cliff yet i dare not sniff an venture into the bluff least i too slip into the oblivion beneath
sometimes in the hustle and the relentless toils of life i hang on to the comfort i own and decide the most to derive from the frustrations gained and prevent my focus from derail
and sometimes i sit back let life take its course doing nothing to alter the path believing it to be the destiny destined for my stay on this entity it leaves me jostled and more tired than ever
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then i sit back and realize life is never a ride somehow you have to control it somehow you are in charge of the out come, no matter how far you run






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