The
road is winding
The
poor eye sight will get lost
Turning
around the many curves
In
the darkness of the mind
The
many breaks to slow it
Leaving
marks screeching in the air
The
marching of greed and corrupted
It
never sees the bad light
The
sight of the road
The
landslides block its way
Yet
the greed and corrupted
It
never sees it that way
There
is a good life
Put
the break on it
Though
it is for short term
The
bad will not complain
The
road is winding
The
addicted mind will not see
It
says it is straight ahead
Until
the fall like Humpty Dumpty
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