life moves in swirls
sometimes forward
sometimes back
and light moves in shadows
sometimes hid amongst the black
and all of us are theories
waiting to be explored
and all of us are hating
but we're wanting to be adored
lack of sense or a sense of sense
there are no shades of indifference
because what difference does it make?
and you are who you are
not by the shoes that you wear
but the roads that those shoes take
we are our own eyes
we are our own hands
we die by our own lives
we make our own stands
and this life that moves in swirls
well, it is but yours to live
to fight and fall and rise and win
the challenges it may give.
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