Here Goes
I’m stuck in a world of paths.
Everyone seems to know where to go
but then again here I am like always,
stuck at every fork in the road.
Being lost in the world can be so lonesome.
So I follow each sign, cause it should be right,
but nothing turns out the way it was written.
So now its time to wander around
until I find out where the sidewalk ends.
maybe here, maybe there.
maybe a laugh can help get us; where?
So here goes taking advice.
Here goes taking the wrong way.
Here goes the laughs.
Here goes saying I love you.
Here goes nothing
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