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life

you're the light in my life the joy in my word when it's dark out and it feels like night inside you're my morning star when I'm feeling low all I have to do is look up and see your glow shining down in the hole from up above when the fire goes out you kindle my soul you make me whole I feel the warmth of your love in the coldest place on a sharp turn spinning out of control on a wide dark road in a makeshift Machiavellian world strapped bracing for impact pressure on my shoulders weighing me down like a heavy backpack be a lone wolf or carry the pack it's hard to decide that like paper or plastic cart or basket wondering if I wash the load who gone fold the clothes life is short but I'm still getting old holding onto my soul with both hands like I'm carrying groceries home in a paper bag casting filthy rags in the dirty wash rather breathe than air it out buried in slandering life unraveling character dismantling no touching nor handling knocked down still standing the path of least resistance comes in handy like a instruction manual but wouldn't be if written in Chinese when lost in translation interpretation matters when it comes to reading tongues lost for words talking to the sun hear a hum don't wait to be stung sh*t not that sweet