i'm half way between never ending...and ever failing
i'm somewhere in the middle of taking charge...and taking off
i'm gonna reap the sowing seed of the daily grind
and burn it in the fire of desperate measures
i'm turning my ear to heaven
and turning my feet to the mossy path
i'm sick of death but refuse to nurture life
where does my help come from?
where is my rescue?
life is a vapor
an endless...tiresome...always changing vapor
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"i'm sick of death but refuse to nurture life"
One of the most tragic lines I've ever read.
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