I’m stuck on this again
It’s funny how life can lift you like a cloud, then down you go my friend
Love
Marriage
Victim of hast and fear since baby carriage
Hate
Disdain
A mask, a mirror to hide the pain
Thirteen or thirty
Though what’s the use?
We are searching perpetually for the truth
Then even if it’s presented we’d be confused
Truth against trend, it’s just obtuse
I’m stuck on this again
It’s funny how life can lift you like a cloud, then down you go my friend
Like a rollercoaster,
Where’s my coaster for this drink again?
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