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I think back on yesterday
How simple then
Only black and white
No shades of gray
I look for some
Direction home
Can't find it now
Just doomed to roam
And life can deal
Some sticky hands
Sends some off
To foreign lands
And I was looking
For support
The world is my murderer
My dreams a cohort
And nothing here gives light
To the way
I'm wandering in night
There's paper
And there's ink and text
But where will I
Be going next
I don't know
And where did my
Convictions go
I'm just lost now
In apathy
And I see
I don't know me
Afterall...