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[maynard]

leftovers of what could be
to the lonely and the lost
couldn't care less of which is rich
to the ones that couldn't care less
with whose possibilities are endless
given the easy pickings that no one dares
morals drawn on one side and crossed on the next
desperate and drawn to the easy letdown
choose your one and stay to the final
or take your number and draw multiple mistake
whose the loser in the game of loss
it's the choice and the boss
double 0s are common among the wretched
and double 0s for the divine
but who sleeps soundly at night
and who is naive to consciousness of morality
take this chance, on life, on love
take it to the bitter end of conceivability
or throw it away for another night of life
without meaning
without which you truely live for
for what is this accomplishing.
can only have one day after the next.
is tomorrow worth what you have for tonight
this chance, this life, this love
can only be taken by one
and no one else
it's enough to separate and distinguish
of who is able and who is left behind

i pull forward
into a vast land
i have yet to see
with a chance
and nothing else
no strings
no net
no one holding back
no handle bars
no safety of solid ground
flight or plight
it's a matter of choice
reservations cast aside
and flying blind
short or long
the trip must end
memories are the only thing that lives
for we are all dead without