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by Walter Jan 29, 2021 category : Life, society / meaning of life
Brick by brick a path was laid Like a jigsaw puzzle to life it made And every brick had its place Where I would proudly walk with grace But this was rushed to complete And foundations set weren't concrete That every time a step was made All the bricks had slowly strayed Now my paths no longer smooth From when first walked in my youth I built my path too high, too fast Unfortunately, it didn't last I wish I had taken time Instead, of my rush to climb Now the bricks feel like eggshells And every step is ringing bells My destination, I'm not sure As now, I'm waiting just to fall I finally made it to the top But like a rollercoaster, now I drop