I’m being followed by visions of my tomorrow.
I’m being followed by my options for more sorrow.
I’m being followed by time I can never borrow.
I’m in a groundhog moment that’s no closer to ending.
I’m in a groundhog moment of exuberant spending.
I’m in a groundhog moment thats not worth defending.
I am thinking of life, how its awkwardly odd
I am thinking of life, for his back its a rod
I am thinking of life, there go I, but for the grace of God.
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