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Or how low....
It's not how high you fly,
or how low you sink.
It's not how you get by,
or the thoughts you think.

It seems a simple song,
yet we can get it messy.
We must always hold strong,
embrace the necessary.

I'm not sure how to find the right path,
how to get myself back to the right track.
I feel lost in a world, assailed by righteous wrath,
a sheep without a herder, a lamb with fleece shorn.

I'd hoped not to end my days falling into dismay,
I hope the world can feel that there is an everlasting day.
Problems are transitory, stress is a strain,
yet onwards I will weather, until the end of pain.

There's joy in much I see, advancement everywhere,
there a shift in consciousness, a move towards cleaner air.
The times are changing, and sure they will roll on,
and soon we'll find we're happy within each others songs.

Perhaps there is only one path, perhaps just one true way,
perhaps its all just math, maybe there's always brighter days.
I look to the future, and hope for so much more,
I know the ideas are flowing, through an open pore.
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