
“The Lane”
Never knowing what’s going to
Trip the trip down the path.
The good, the bad, that flow as we stroll.
A reminder of the pain,
A reminder of the gain,
A reminder of the shame,
Some never understanding,
Some never knowing,
Yet here we go down the lane.
Never able to stop the trip,
Here we go,
Missing those lost to the world,
Wishing to take the pain,
We continue the trip down a path only to gain….
Only to drain….
Hoping to change,
Yet knowing none can be undone.
Never knowing what’s going to trip the trip,
We live hoping for a life that’s full,
And just ours this trip…
Yet getting a mix of all.




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