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Dead End?

Up ahead, look! A dead end

Can't close my eyes, can't play pretend

I fear it's my funeral and I must attend


All the bad choices echo in my head

Drive every toss and turn in my bed

All the wrong things I have said

Every place I shouldn't have tread

Going my own way, I should be dead

Couldn't I get even a little cred?


My momma set the foundations right

But now I look right into the light

Is it too late? Is this my plight?

Could I change? Am I truly contrite?

All I can do is brace for the smite

Prepare for the end, hope I'll be alright


Yep, I am coming to a dead end

Oh wait, it is simply a bend


I'll worry about it more tomorrow

Today, I am happy with the status quo


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