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How do I feel I must say better than yesterday
with a new year on the way I hope for better days
To come my way much too old to play time to put
the clutter away and clear my mind so I can think
Prioritize and downsize putting all nonsenses to
the side stuffing my past in a locked trunk and
Casting the key out to sea on a new road visions
on fire more insight to see what creeps at night
Like pigeons tuck and roll in flight roof tops spinning
Off the sides of house tops so many ways to come across
In a maze you’ll find yourself lost time flies like jet planes
Into tall things we war over minute things ready to kill for not
Food on our tables yet we still complain when hunger is
Real pain just a matter of time for reality to set like a jelled
Mold we don’t like our conditions but we refuse to change
To this nothings strange all the bricks have been laid
All the cotton has been picked grip this and hold on tight
With all of your might this is good for the soul take a bite
