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how lonely I find
will tend to my mind
along this mossy trail
and how coyly it hides
the truth about how
it is we can ask how
crowds jump to their deaths
from the bridges I drive by tonight
they miss out on it all
the whole gist that as they fall
you're not expected to know why
it's such a short time
and there are stanzas never meant to rhyme
far better I find
it is when we try to spend
the ??? ????
with no real rationale
we step out of bounds and think
and escape the lies
and we've marched,
so long but we've much farther
than we've gone to go
and we'll make a new ship
cristen it for the trip
with a toddler at the helm this time
and there are things we never will define