A manifest lifestyle sought by conformity
I was raised to abhor this destiny.
Six feet into the ground, you'll find bones
Within a man's reach you'll find stories untold.
My place is shame
My place is regret
My place is dawning on me
Yet I will never forget.
Every question on my mind.
Every pattern and time wasting time.
I begin to lose myself and catch myself.
Five feet below the ground, digging.
Answers I will never find where I once looked.
Not afraid to say, life will be judged and
right now, my name isn't in the Book.
Afraid of where I am and what I have done,
I have time.
-John Andersen
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