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I run, rack, right through my thoughts
And every, each time another deadend stonewalling me
Thinking so much towards the result, what must be done
That one never actually advances…goes anywhere….
Engraved, etched, entered, inserted into me
Are fears, fears of not finding something of worth to prove my own
In the obligations game...
Many things come to mind, they might be the right, wrong choice
You honestly do not know…
All you understand, is that you wish, want no more
Than to avoid asking, avoid disappointing….
And all must be done in covert and stealth…
And what is one to do
When one has no love for impulse of choice?
Finding it foolish and so blind…
And before you know it
You’ve snapped and with little notice
Made that random, unsafe decision
You’d being trying to evade all this time
And then you just give up
Going with what you did, made…
Just hope for the best…
And that you were not a letdown, disappointment
In the decision that you happened to have initiated…
Fingers in the sign of double crosses
The only thing for it at that point…
And every, each time another deadend stonewalling me
Thinking so much towards the result, what must be done
That one never actually advances…goes anywhere….
Engraved, etched, entered, inserted into me
Are fears, fears of not finding something of worth to prove my own
In the obligations game...
Many things come to mind, they might be the right, wrong choice
You honestly do not know…
All you understand, is that you wish, want no more
Than to avoid asking, avoid disappointing….
And all must be done in covert and stealth…
And what is one to do
When one has no love for impulse of choice?
Finding it foolish and so blind…
And before you know it
You’ve snapped and with little notice
Made that random, unsafe decision
You’d being trying to evade all this time
And then you just give up
Going with what you did, made…
Just hope for the best…
And that you were not a letdown, disappointment
In the decision that you happened to have initiated…
Fingers in the sign of double crosses
The only thing for it at that point…
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