Two side tugging and his only mind
The buts and if's, the should's and should not's
The Could be's and wont's
Spinning down into the dark abyss never to be seen again
But constantly heard.
The surrounding banks on either side
Are to far gone for his hands to pry
In desperation the astray one jumps
Just is his course yet the way is lost
Aimlessly the wayward walks
Fighting through absent thoughts
There is no sense to be found in this contorted mind
Only discernible amount of amaranthine time
Never Ceasing to Begin, Never Starting to End.
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