We all come to a point of no return
We face what we think is easy but end up doing (another)
Difficulty breathing is a beginning and the next just
follows as you move on
Basic understanding of the now seems unreachable
Playing the field brings forth unknown kn-owns
Which we tend to push to the side
Many enforce unhappy happiness to themselves and others
Do we live to live or live to wither in the wind?
Distrust for your own begins to slither onwards
Towards unwanted wants according to plans made to destroy
ones inner being
The walk of the so called life we mould
Follows one like a lost shadow seeking its owner
We plan to be happy
Therefore why is it that the plan sort out for many is such
an unhappy one
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