Some things are never done.
Like to-be-redied hair
Should-be-there dates
Exhibitions that are postponed til
They are over
Life, simply as that
Time passes and you are still there
Not being other places
Not getting better
Like a spinning mouse
Seeing only of what's laid ahead
Life, simply as that
And it's easy to ignore
All what's crucial
Unhappy about the trivial
And chances are
You are left merely of that
While the road in the woods
Lies mysteriously
In front of you.
Life, simply as that,
And you still can live.
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