The path to peace is straight and narrow
Like the cut of a razor
With straight lines and clean edges
A beginning and an end
Like life itself seems to have
One day I'll cut again
I might cut too many times
Or simply cut to deep
In order to find that elusive peace
And one day I'll sleep
To wake no more
Until then I'll wonder
What I'm living for
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