That's my train
the one that's passing by
The roads are all blocked
These feet won't carry on
so far
I'm waiting for SELF-
Realizations:
There is no superman
The boat I'm riding
has long since docked
I must start treading
for my life.
I keep repeating:
This is for my life.
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