as the pages of my life unfold,
i always forget what i am told,
i cant feel young yet cant grow old,
cofusion parylyzes through the cold,
and im left set yet not for dead,
as the pages of my life are read,
examined for my road ahead,
without footprint, lace, soul or tread,
without a light to lead the way,
as darkness and evil lead astray,
to feel the light and start of day,
to bring me back through my afray,
to leave with hope and stars in eyes,
from love to lust confused in lies,
we find our bitter sweet compromise,
and create and form subtle ally's,
so that we can learn to understand,
our poor to shit best dealt hand,
then can change what we have planned,
and the understood can now expand,
to predict what will soon be sold,
and what this fatal life will hold,
and i find my mind consolled,
as the pages of my life unfold
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Fun is a way though, what does this line mean:"our poor to shit best dealt hand,"? I'm throughly interested....

