Here I sit without a notion, of how to cope with lifes commotion. Try as I might to stay afloat, stress and worry are at my throat. The door of life is ever pounding, the ferocity and persistance is quite astounding. A twisting road wich never ends, and is full of unexspected bends. I crave to stop and rest a while, before I clock another mile. But on this road there is no stopping, for close behind the axe is chopping. Who built this road and I wonder why, for on this road I know I'll die.
Reason for writing:
life the way it is...
Birth sign: Capricorn
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