I have always raced through life
Hoping to catch d answers on d way
But only I crossed countless questions
A question to question... suffocates
I tried to steal life forwarding
But slowly it pulls me backward
I flee d scratches in my hand
So clearly I can read my palm
Thirteen, Eighteen come Twenty-two
Older years denied long confusion
But when I thought I never understand life
It drives on to understand my ways
repost fr previous date : tinikyzda 9/3/2006 - tinikyzda 9/3/2006 -
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