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Doing nothing at all but trying to **** time With my imaginary people, places, and things to see No logic, no order, no reason, or rhyme Just the realization that it's time that's killing me They say time marches on but where's it marching to Stop marching on me and just let me rest Why not just pick me up and take me with you I've given you my all, I gave you my best I never begin these trips by myself But I always end up on this road alone They take the fork to the right while I take the left Struggling again to find my way home Always someone I wish would stay until the end So many unmapped roads I still want to travel Either too far ahead or too far behind I seem to lose sight at the second or third bend Is it me or just my plans that can't help but unravel Is this the end of one trip or the start of another After speeding down this same old winding road It's hard to distinguish one from the other Just show me the road that leads back to my children, my brother, my lover and my mother
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Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC
Just Another Road Trip
Doing nothing at all but trying to **** time With my imaginary people, places, and things to see No logic, no order, no reason, or rhyme Just the realization that it's time that's killing me They say time marches on but where's it marching to Stop marching on me and just let me rest Why not just pick me up and take me with you I've given you my all, I gave you my best I never begin these trips by myself But I always end up on this road alone They take the fork to the right while I take the left Struggling again to find my way home Always someone I wish would stay until the end So many unmapped roads I still want to travel Either too far ahead or too far behind I seem to lose sight at the second or third bend Is it me or just my plans that can't help but unravel Is this the end of one trip or the start of another After speeding down this same old winding road It's hard to distinguish one from the other Just show me the road that leads back to my children, my brother, my lover and my mother
9/3/14
dana-taylor
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dana-taylor
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC
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