I threw my life away today - and left it floating on the breeze.
Like newspaper tumbleweeds - hang-gliding with the leaves.

I saw it caught upon a fence - straining to be free.
Like a diamond made of paste - pidgeon-holed in front of me.

And miles beyond my senses - is the substance of the prize.
Like bullets of infinity - wraith-like before my eyes.

I threw away my life today - I can make no use of it.
Like paper shredded documents - disinitigrating bit by bit.

And miles beyond my senses - is the substance of the prize.
Like bullets of infinity - wraith-like before my eyes.

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