Life is senseless. Unless I have forever. To get it right. It takes more than time. To correct all my wrongs. My mistakes.
My errors. Oh, I may fool myself. Into
thinking that I have it right. But it’s
all deception. A trick. If all I’m given
is a mere glimpse of life. How can I tell right from wrong? Little wonder. That I want life on my terms.
All or nothing. --Jim Broede
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