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Mar 2021
Where things are free we pay the price
they somehow hide the cost
While vultures pick the bones of those
Who failed and then were lost
Time never starts just where it should
And ends so far away
We run on webs and make belief's
And life gets in the way

Like eyes that follow here and there
In portraits you have found
Reality can be a passing dream
That pins you to the ground
Like footprints on a sandy beach
That’s washed clean with tidal wave
A life that’s cleaned each day on day
old pasts we cannot save

Just like a cavern in the cliff
Lifes mystery is stark
With maybe just a ***** of light
To follow in the dark
we re-emerge as someone else
but still we are the same
then bungle through our daily life
conform to times long game

Forever is as forever was
no-one sees ahead
we walk one step before the next
until the final tread
And when forever’s over
We spoke out last remark
Then follow me to where I go
And pray we made our mark
Written by
Malcolm Price
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