Sometimes I sit and wonder,
Of past lives of bridges under,
Do I feel it right to wander?
And ride past the erstwhile decades?
Was it really wacky saddening?
Or just the usual living?
Was it all I said it were?
Or was it all my mind just fibbing?
When am picking arms for warring,
Am I justified to kill ‘em,
Or do I just love the blood taste?
Is it worth the strength to fight wars,
Or should I make the best with false peace?
Well,
I guess we’ll never know,
“Cause I’ve come too far to turn back now.
@Job Kerry
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