Are you looking for the plot, the road to follow, it used to extend to the horizon, and all I had to do was walk it, but as I get further and further, it gets more complicated, trees and bushes, overgrown, plump, peaches, pluck, pluck, my heart strings, tripwire, danger, sirens, I used to be so wealthy, didn’t value it enough, my life, threw it in the trash, abandoned by the light, locked out, of the night, someone who doesn’t value their life, no one, wants to deal with that, no love, might as well pack my things, and live in a swamp, I just want to pass the day, get by, on what’s around me, a punch in the face, a fire, as it burns, the cauldron bubbles, the machine churns, and you know what, for my legs to move, the gears to turn, and the wheel cycles, clap, clap, tap dancing, life homie, it hurts…

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