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He's sweeping the drive, sweeping the drive it's his whole reason, his reason for being alive the dirt's not there, but what does he care he collecting his pittance, his share No need to have purpose, it seems no ambitions, no visions, no dreams always staring, at the sweep of a broom a malaise, of apathy, doom He can't, in any way comprehend can't see the road, past the bend he thinks it's all in god's plan coming to the end, of his span He'll shuffle the way to extinct can't wonder, can't ponder, can't think being insipid, droll, and thus bland at the end...he won't......understand
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Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 9:26 AM UTC
The way...of the broom
He's sweeping the drive, sweeping the drive it's his whole reason, his reason for being alive the dirt's not there, but what does he care he collecting his pittance, his share No need to have purpose, it seems no ambitions, no visions, no dreams always staring, at the sweep of a broom a malaise, of apathy, doom He can't, in any way comprehend can't see the road, past the bend he thinks it's all in god's plan coming to the end, of his span He'll shuffle the way to extinct can't wonder, can't ponder, can't think being insipid, droll, and thus bland at the end...he won't......understand
Ahhhh a life so simple like popping a mole, or a pimple no contribution, he has no solutions no maps, no paths, and no plans I really can't imagine being so unimaginative... He can't have planed, for this, could he?
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Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 9:26 AM UTC
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