You used to think that you've got it all sorted out.
Never thought of the consequences, never doubt.
Were the bruises on your wrist all worthwhile?
Did you get your happiness, when did you last smile?
You can talk forever about change when nothing does.
You can be angry, be phony as the image blurs.
Like a series of similar images flashing across your mind.
It displays the obvious but never the answers that you intend to find.
You continue your journey as a distant traveler, an unknown.
You leave your marks but no one remembers the kindness you've shown.
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