No anchor

No rope, no bow line to save the life.

I can plead all I like, but still can't save you.. 

And all the how comes, mean nothing at all, if there's not an outcome that is not a road to nowhere. 

Does it all go out and turn, constantly spinning, things should move and crank over and start. 

Why the stall that smokes it up, no amount of words can stop your ill bent sense of life is short. 

So sad to see someone so young die  

I guess a hard life takes it's the toll and them some. 

Why do the wicked poison the power that resides in the very small amount of time we already spent. 

How unfortunate that the anchor is dragging behind, the heavy load of the unfortunate unfair rope that ties us and makes shit shure that everyone get exposed to evil and evolution. 

May the new weed ourselves of bad feelings and tears. 

Anything to make sense of it all, but they forget that it's simple. 

Thank goodness for simplicity she tells it how it is. 

That every thing runs out. 
So savor the last of the summer wine. 

Forward there is a lot of foes, woes and who knows. 

Peace is all that matters.
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Whatever you consider yourself to be, please save humanity.