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I spend time setting up life for stability
While it is a forever changing probability
Each morning comfort is my routine
Like a thief mocking and obscene
I find plans now disheveled
And ambitions to so leveled
Yet never will this all last
Learn my lessons from past
Though not the end it is an end
My choices are to break or bend
Learn to go forward a new way
Or else in wreckage here I can stay
Blindness to the evolution of life
Forever stuck reliving in strife

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