When all that is left to do, but to surrender.
Their’s nothing to hold onto, nothing to grasp, nothing to even touch.
So I go with what I’ve got.
I keep going, even if I trip over so many times.
I have nothing to hide, the world knows me now.
It’s all just become nonsense.
This we call life.
I’m going to go another way.




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