Trials of life
Life of trials
We wander through wanting
Wander through yearning
Wander through needing
Sometimes our lives seem just a blur
The fast lane has come to a halt
And our emotions are placed in a vault
Locked away to relinquish the terror of life
The social suicide of a rusted knife
But in the end are we all just left alone
Wishing we could run home
Home to mom’s fresh tortillas with butter
So instead I close my eyes and quiver
Am I the one who’s lost or have I never really wanted
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