The sickness is real as I walk these streets with my mind all cloudy.
The veil of knowing things all kept from me. Shrouded in mystery.
Do I really wanna know the meaning of this life ?
My life is no better than the next. But why do people feel they have to stomp all over others to feel they've achieved greatness.
Coming to that folk in the road. Which path should I take because I don't want to go back from which I came. The very thought would ultimately be lame.
So I am stuck here as I look at this sign.
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