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The Path
In the places where quiet is kept
On the floor, my insecurity slept
Atop the hills my confidence crest
Down the valley my humility rest
Life is the question, but it isn't a test
No pass or fail, just the space before death
perpetual calamity, so we live for the jest
Wanting for love to fill the hole in our chest
If you believe we're all dust
Then we're only the specks
An accident blowing, our existence the wretch
Some call it blessed, some call it cursed
Some get the limo, others the Hearst
Some get the joy, while others the hurt
Some get the sky, the most of us dirt
In the blaze of it all, we hunger and thirst
Never knowing why, so we celebrate birth
I'd ask what it's worth, but the rhetorical knows
This is what you make it
How far will you go
© Rising Darkstar
On the floor, my insecurity slept
Atop the hills my confidence crest
Down the valley my humility rest
Life is the question, but it isn't a test
No pass or fail, just the space before death
perpetual calamity, so we live for the jest
Wanting for love to fill the hole in our chest
If you believe we're all dust
Then we're only the specks
An accident blowing, our existence the wretch
Some call it blessed, some call it cursed
Some get the limo, others the Hearst
Some get the joy, while others the hurt
Some get the sky, the most of us dirt
In the blaze of it all, we hunger and thirst
Never knowing why, so we celebrate birth
I'd ask what it's worth, but the rhetorical knows
This is what you make it
How far will you go
© Rising Darkstar
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