Is it true that the sky is blue?
The pastures greener on your own roof?
I've never been better,
The color depends on the weather,
Hardships never chooses his customer.
Have you found what you want? Have you found what you need?
Did you pick the right poison? Did you tick off all the corrections?
I've found what I need and I'll get what I want.
I've found what not to pick but that hasn't stop me from choosing the wrong one.
What of the vision? What of the chance? Has it all passed away?
The plan is still on hand, online, on deck. I need time, I need space, I need a hand that I can't replace.
It's scattered all over like a spilt turnover, a split foldover.
I need tape, some staples and rivets to put it back together.
I'll get it back together once again.
but for now,
My mind is off-zen, off-centered, offline.Auf Wiedersehen.
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