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What we really end up doing through our lives |
| Walking through a life of field's and forest's Thinking there will be a many rest's Falling into pits of despair Tripping on rocks making it unfair Things getting dark All that can be done is now bark Believing no one hears or no one cares Joining in with others Wishing to be hiding under the covers Not wanting to be seen or heard Turning into what was to be feared All that can be done now is try to finish Understanding we could be on a list of the banish Hoping a road less traveled is the end Turning out just to be another bend Alternate ending is the wish Sadly reality is a cold served dish Keep a healthy pace Watch for rocks Rest often Keep the frown off the face |