this is supposed to be a private recording of a life's struggle and you therefore does not want it to share.
but by then you are like a stranger on a journey to nowhere and you want to stop but there is no place to stop
so you keep on moving carrying nothing in your hand or shoulder and you are alone and the road is endless
and there are no flowers along the way, no bird, no cloud
and it seems that all these that happen are but a dream unfolding like a hood in your head
soon, soon is the word
and understanding follows who knows?
but by then you are like a stranger on a journey to nowhere and you want to stop but there is no place to stop
so you keep on moving carrying nothing in your hand or shoulder and you are alone and the road is endless
and there are no flowers along the way, no bird, no cloud
and it seems that all these that happen are but a dream unfolding like a hood in your head
soon, soon is the word
and understanding follows who knows?
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