Anyways anyways
Anyways, anyways
time and trouble throughout the days
looking for the lighter, yes I am a fighter, fighter who has gleaned so much strength and capacity from such audacity to return wounded and ready again, again to face another race into this face of life, into this to make it right, right into the arms of father time himself, into the universe, into the besides and simple rides with you all cloaked in stealth,
stealth of words and belief and mind, wondering if it is it this time, and riding, riding through such mysterious unknowingness, waiting, wondering,
for peace time.
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