Life is such a strange trip, cut from a film strip.
Superimposed across the scenes where your futures enclosed.
It's a long drop to the bottom and far from the top.
Another spice in the melting pot.
Connect the dots, dot the eyes and cross the T.
Spell out the name of your personal monstrosity.
Define it with a pet name, conform to your own ideals.
Keep it in your closet, for your own amusement.. concealed.
It gets real when reality sets in. Imbalances wreck men.
Toss the horseshoe at halfway, releasing at the perfect mark.
upward angles strangle the best of men with vermin hearts.
You learn to start over and refresh at the start of right and wrong,
just to find out you were right all along,
the highlight of our song.
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