
Sing as you will. Sing as thou wilt. Because, after all, it's a never ending bargain.
Make up your dreams because you can. The possibility always exists.
Yes, I'm a forward thinker even as my pages are being rained upon.
I learned enough to know where this is going... enter Mr. Death.
These words may be mine but I don't necessarily claim them.
The arbitrator makes no claim to fame. It doesn't have to.
Simply words for your consideration; is my only game.
Reaching into the ethers, some things come to mind (jogging my memories).
I am only partially to blame. Others may feel differently, as I can plainly under-
stand. All I really know is that my pages continue to be rained upon.
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