Lost
Triple Crown
Tissue paper hats
One last stroll in my wheelchair as I’m
Lost in the labyrinth of life.
Is that the sun peering through?
What can I possibly do?
Lost in the labyrinth of life.
Is there an end in sight?
Until another Triple Crown
Lost in the labyrinth of life.
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