any
direction
year
in year out
corn
fields or orange groves
when
it all passes
it's
just
earth
or ashes
just
because you hold the wheel
doesn't
mean you'll ever stay
on
the straight and narrow
the
lines in your face
and
below your waist
tell
a different story
someone
a long time ago
told
me that every day
that
passes without a reckoning
is
just another wasted one
eventually
you
run out of days
what
looks like doom
might
just be the end of time
or
a song not written yet
or
hidden words between the lines
you
forgot to speak
when
you had the chance
---
e b bortz
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