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[maynard]

nothing is as planned
couldn't think of anything different
vision of something immaculate
and pulled from view in a blink
doesn't seem the same
as you look back through the haze
lucky for the time
and lucky for the memories
but it all comes back
in a flash to haunt and torment
can't help it anymore
passes in the periphery
there is nothing
but a ghost of a future
so much more blissful than this
just the start of a tragic beginning
after the epilogue was already written
it was so easy to fill the plot
till it came to the twist
no chance for a sequel in this chicken scratch book of lies
must of been all fiction in this true storyline
true love, marriage, children, happiness
nothing but acting in part of the character
all clear and blue in everyone's eyes but your own