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when we look back

it all makes sense

at that time we couldn't understand it

at that time we couldn't even plan it



randomly, things will happen

cautiously, we'll control them

unstable as our lives may be

eventually we'll see it through



regrets of what's been done

questions of what's to come

our lives are cold and unavailed

our takes are to be told for free

our souls to be sold



this feeling of dread

will come more than once

visiting your life

to torment and hunt



same mistakes made over again

contentness sought

blood and beauty bought

what is it we're here to do

will we ever see it through