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poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2010

Life would be a waste
If you found it and misplaced it
Lived life to your death
And died from everyday shit

Still there's nothing left
But darkness in your heart
And no more in your mind
To break this world apart

There was once a start
But you began when it ended
There was once a part
But you never comprehended

How you could play it's roll
And live with all your soul
Can you understand now?
Or are you just too old