A Place To Rest The Mind
The gray dag has ni color
No feeling
Just hopelessness and helplessness
The road is lost in the distance
Between here and then maybe
I wish it had been more easy
But that is never the case
And when I meet the old ladies
On the subway and in the shop
I can be certain
That it is all to late
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