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Outlay

Outlay

My mind has wandered
Over the years
Where strange events
Were nothing less
Than miracles
In the making

Crossing forked tongues
Inroads of choice
Bound to be taken
By hard knocks
This is where character
Rocks

Over seas of distance
Formulas thwarted my existence
While going from here to there
I had to question what was in between
Highs and lows
All delivered by soft blows

This is where Nothing really mattered
Matted like a hair ball
As we danced from start to stall
Making what we will of it
To create our own meaning
In some interesting rise
And inevitable fall

Can you see what I'm saying
It's the same thing I've always said
Over and over again
I can't lift off from Truth
There is nowhere to go from here
You might believe the run around
When you shoot to score
On the banks of a sound
As long as you see it coming

My mind has wandered
Over my fears
This is why you see me
In tears


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