Memoir

It all begins when you know
You could be stuck or you could grow
At first it seems the road is closed
But that’s the same excuse of those
It all ends when you go
And waste the time you saw the world
Maybe it’s time to look above
When nothing fits you recompose
To a new start that seems to have no end
As the end you saw came from no start
And when you’re lost you find the art
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