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Seems like Years of drought end up in a never ending storm
Here I stand on my execution platform
With choices all around
Making all different types of sounds

“I love you” being branded everywhere
Makes me feel like I’m glued to a chair
The women in my life glaring at me from afar
Seems all a bit bazaar

There are some I love and some I just like
But I’m acting very childlike
By not being faithful to just one
But instead playing them all for fun

But, one day I will need to decide
And stop this joyride
Because all that’s ahead of me is the dead end
It all depends if I can manouvre the bends 

And settle on just one person
And fingers crossed that will settle me for certain
One wrong turn on the bends and that’s it
Silence, darkness, no more chance to outwit

The end of my days
Let’s hope it stays away

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