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Better than yesterday but worse than tomorrow Live in a present Way, there's no time to borrow My restless soul is a pyro, lighting internal fires Scattered mind won't let go,slashing all his tires Stuck in muck,I need a tow,safe from the mires I Give no fuck,money to blow, chase all desires What does it mean, to stay right in between That happy median,defined by a Wikipedian That mythological goal to balance in the middle Nicholas' locked Cage, pursue the fateful riddle Mind's almost full,fresh ideas hot off the griddle Time to turn the page, but thumbs will twiddle I felt like I couldn't breathe, nor could I hear My heart prone to seethe,headlights to a deer Finally My eyes are open and my head is clear No more doubt or moping, there's no more fear So proceed with caution a wiseman forewarns Beware of the female fury, hell hath and scorns But let love rule you, like a squirrel loves acorns Embrace the wild ride and grab the bull's horns See you are free to choose,write your own story All we have is a life to lose,in all it's fragile glory
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Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 5:20 PM UTC
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Better than yesterday but worse than tomorrow Live in a present Way, there's no time to borrow My restless soul is a pyro, lighting internal fires Scattered mind won't let go,slashing all his tires Stuck in muck,I need a tow,safe from the mires I Give no fuck,money to blow, chase all desires What does it mean, to stay right in between That happy median,defined by a Wikipedian That mythological goal to balance in the middle Nicholas' locked Cage, pursue the fateful riddle Mind's almost full,fresh ideas hot off the griddle Time to turn the page, but thumbs will twiddle I felt like I couldn't breathe, nor could I hear My heart prone to seethe,headlights to a deer Finally My eyes are open and my head is clear No more doubt or moping, there's no more fear So proceed with caution a wiseman forewarns Beware of the female fury, hell hath and scorns But let love rule you, like a squirrel loves acorns Embrace the wild ride and grab the bull's horns See you are free to choose,write your own story All we have is a life to lose,in all it's fragile glory
My only regret is that I can die for only one country....so far anyway
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Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 5:20 PM UTC
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