The moon is shining
Gleaming on my
Head in the clouds
Time to settle on down
As I follow blindly
The path that's winding
Unraveling in my wake
Every time I ponder
A path I take
I instantly regret mistakes I've made and
Wish I could go back and intervene
Because I'm getting tired of lifting
This guillotine to prevent it from falling on me
It's slicing through my hands
The weight is unbearable,
This wasn't my plan
To bear it all
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