I’ll see in the end


I'm sick; I got hurt along the way
on and on I go; can't stop to heal
working forward to go
society's relentless push forward to survival
Now I'm retiered where i rest to get well
or where i lay to die
one or the other will be
in the end I'll see . . .
i'm just lucky to be alive

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