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| I am restless again, as I see my life fly by, I feel as if I'm drifting- with no hope of security. I look upon the waves, the ones that make my life, and I see myself lost among them- overshadowed by their wakes. I should BE somewhere, I can feel it, Doing something great. acheiving far beyond my wildest dreams .I should BE something, not sitting here at home, with idleness with wait. I go to work, I go back home, I pay the bills I should.but before I go to sleep- I wonder if I could. |
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