So, may the final moment become
The first moment again
And all the shit
And all the sweet, beautiful contents of my pockets
For some poor sap to rifle through
While I carry on a new game of tag
Though, I'm the only one playing
It's just too silly to stop
And the next step begets the next
With really no steps to follow
I dropped the fear that clung to my chest, like a vest
And gained infinite peace, and wisdom
All the while pissing on the fire of my passions
Shall I continue to follow these spiralling steps
Back to the start
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