The Steady Stream

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We sit and wait 

As the day replays,

No time ever passes 

As broken glass 

Is representing our past

Being washed down 

A steady stream 

It leads to the abyss 

Where the keeper sits 

Waiting for death to come


When the light hits your face

All the pain is erased

And your destiny becomes

All but a matter of place

You choose which one you think is best

Yet honesty is key,

For if you choose the honest path,

It may just affect your destiny


We sit and wait 

As the day replays

Yet no time has passed

Is broken glass representing our past

Being washed down a steady stream?


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