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Written by: Bryan R. Miller
As I wander on through time Ever longer to walk the line The road’s a long and lonely one No place to hide nor to run
Was it real? Did I feel? Did I matter? There’s no answer… In the end Turn to dust Slowly fade Rot and rust
As life becomes more complex Finding it hard not to wreck No mysteries of life revealed A thread upon the spinning wheel
Was it real? Did I feel? Did I matter? There’s no answer… In the end Turn to dust Slowly fade Rot and rust
As the days turn to years Confront the faces of my fear Does anything perceived as truth to you Matter now that days are few?
When the light turns to black Time will end, can’t turn back…
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Send questions or comments to: godzmiller@yahoo.com This page was last updated on 08/26/02.
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