I just thought of this and that
Until I screwed things bad
So bad, I couldn’t help them get worse
So under this occult curse
Always a step ahead of others,
But a step behind myself
My vision of myself was in clutters
Their anarchical disposition didn’t help
Flipping the coins, spinning the wheels
I got a lot that I didn’t at all deserve
I did part with them empty streets
But not the emptiness of my verve
I am moving along the lines of dismal truth
Caring no more about the things I used to care for
It’s as it comes, albeit sweet or brute
And I will stand my ground put, as long as I can dare for
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