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I sometimes wonder life out loud
How in the world will this work out
The hectic turns it seems to take
The never learn from past mistakes

Showing up and showing out
Far too many times to count
In this I know I’m not alone
Confused at times to where I’m going

Yet things seem to work out right
On this fact you can bet it life
There is no need to be afraid
God works in mysterious ways

I more often take the winding path
Instead of the one straight ahead
Although it takes me twice as long
God gets me to where I’m going

I move in ways I think are right
Later on is when I find
Things that I try on my own
More often than not turn out wrong

It’s not long before I find out
Life itself turns back around
What more can one sinner say
But that God works in mysterious ways
Like house siding I stack the facade till a barrier grows
It adds curb appeal and social value I suppose
But for me it's a false face to hide the lows
Getting me through this reality that blows
A life time of running into doors with a sign reading "sorry we're closed"
Hanging next to the mandatory posted notice of demolition proposed

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rain falls, sinks into my skin slowly,
pacing down the path with you on the other line.

we talk for too long, but it flows a little seamlessly,
like a new bend in a stream

and we end on a fine note,
a prelude for the next conversation.
She broke me in two
Shattered like glass
Now what can I do?
Will this pain ever pass?
I lost myself trying to please this girl
I will never be the same
Falling deeper and deeper in a downward swirl
Maybe I did this to myself, maybe I'm to blame
I didn't want a relationship until I met you
It's weird to say but I don't know what to do
I want to talk and text any chance I get
A soul like yours I could never forget
Even though I don't know you very well
Any second without talking to you is like a living hell
If you get this message please call me back
A day without you is like a heart attack
I come in
Into the office
And let the
Lady know
I’m here for
And interview,
With broken
English she
Tells me to
Wait in the
Waiting room
Since I’m early,
So I sit in
the middle
Of a room
Of People
I’ve never
met,
Some of them
Probably
More anxious
As I've been
Before,
There’s a
Mural of
A bull
With horns
Like the devil
On the wall,
And I sit
And wait,
Until my
Nervous
System
kicks in,
And my
Legs
Start to
Twitch,
What an
Eternal
Wait.
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