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sad — don’t know where
i belong these days.
on the other side of the hill,
nothing looks familiar.

doesn’t matter anyhow;
I’m rolling down so fast
there’s not time to even
stop and smell the roses.

no, not ROLLING down the hill.
the funny sayings are all lies.
you don’t ROLL down the
other side of the damn hill.

it’s a hell of a lot more like
free-fall with no parachute.