Futility, merry-go-round,
Captivity of my days.
The price of the soul to pay
For all of the roads unfound.
For all of the doors unopened,
All of the problems unsolved
And those whom I never loved,
For promises ever broken .
The pendulum, heart inspiring
For heights I will ever achieve,
For those whom I’ll never leave –
Futility purifying!
Futility, merry-go-round...
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