Your thoughts are circumstantial,

and my life is a constant mess,

your thoughts are seperated,

and mine are distressed




The plan is to play with,

the game is stretched,

under the bleachers,

the players rest


Their hours of the day,

are ours of night,

their chance to learn,

is our chance to grow up right


The more reasons you have,

to embrace chance,

the more your right,

and the more it's might


memory is part of the journey

but truth gets in between

the stories and the lies

and sings a song you can't ever forget




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