Hard Reflections
Living today in the wake of yesterdays yesteryears,
following the footsteps not walked for a while.
Finding hope in the pages of time unwritten fearful
that hope is all for nothing
Offended by all of the offenders that crowd my sullen day
All along the way I know in advance
that the way I've lived most is
the last way to live,
knowing the way is hard to find when the
days amount to nothing. Production slows
as the motion becomes all to apparent,
apparently just going through the motions.
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