Spitting out possibilities of life,
lying them flat upon the surface of
sidewalks that lead no where.
Finding fault with every aspect and
relative situation found along the
way.
Postponing the probability of standards
and quality generated by each individual.
We follow paths in life that make no
sense and lead us into vast wildernesses
without a compass.
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