in many ways
lifes a waundering daze

though mine to meet
as much as any

many bruises are beat

fight ,bite, or scratch
i choose my path

regrets,
like grabbing things of the past
bruises arent meant to last


strength comes in defeat

paths mingle
time lays out
hearts laid to steal


fight, bite, or scratch
i choose my path


away it comes
as it goes
here i stand
their, i pose


no take backs, no repeat

things we seek
are the lesons learned
these scars are mine
these scars are earned

following my lead, accepting no retreat



time lays its blanket across all
find the hole
stand above...
stand tall


fight, bite, or scratch
i chose my path


standing, i take no seat


accepted and alluring
a path meandering
soulful stand and take their share
though not through pride
so be aware



no regrets just bruises
scars when time chooses



fight, bite, or scratch,... i chose my path
13 love freinds and 13 time that again peace and sillyness

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