• If people come, and people go, and only change remains,
    Then why, oh wearied travelers, eyes hardened by the road,
    Must ever be, this lonesome me,
    With teary drops do stain?
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    In seven years and maybe more I've been both far and wide.
    I've seen so much and loved and laughed and watched all cares erode,
    But ever in, this envious sin,
    Creeps up on either side.
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    Once more I gaze into the glass that shows both light and dark
    And wonder if I've ever been a man or just a toad....
    Could I? Would I? Will I please?
    ...it all is just a lark.
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    Envision if you will a world devoid of time and space
    And in this world a char'cter dressed completely à la mode.
    He drifts there and frets where
    He fits in this odd place.