There must be some rhyme or reason.
Watching another changing of the season.
Knowing only going slow
and going nowhere cause there's nowhere to go.
Stuck in Newburgh, wheels just spin.
The bugs in my computer are the coming
of the end.
springtime's joyful glow,
The end is always near,
the tale of a LifeSigns drifter, gently drifting
with the wind.
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