We're racing the clock
To establish a plot
A scheme or device
In the end, which meets our demise
Lost in a hole.
With nowhere left to go.
(Weak and frail) this body seeks sustenance
(Casting aside) the yellow peel so thoughtlessly
(Forgotten in time) to never be heard from again
...and I feel lost ( in the narrative!)
of good versus bad
But I am finding
A greatness in man
One that transcends them
And I know all paths lead to darkness!
And so we march
Forged, from the path of another
Connecting the lines
I can't deny these crucial ties
Perpetually looking back
At what was lost
Quickly off the path
One step forward Two steps back
If there is one thing I've learned
(in life)
Things happen
(by chance)
Because, I just slipped on a fucking banana!!!
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