This past of days gone by
Left to wonder, why?
We just stick out our thumb
And catch a ride
Left in the dark
Never understanding
This presence that lingers over us
The black hand the grabs onto us
Never letting go
Just to find another ride
Just asking why?
What we've done
does it really matter
It'll just wash away
Like the sands of time
As the water trickles from the glass
We look at the reflection
Of broken glass
As I lay in the shade
I hold out my thumb
Looking for a ride
I realize
It's time to carve my own path
In this world of wonder
It rains with thunder
Just asking why?
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