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It's so easy to get lost
inside a labyrinth of days.
With no clear roads to go by, you'll get lost
inside a cloud of haze.
Wishing on the inside for a sign to tell you
where you need to go,
walking by a river where the salty water
always seems to flow.
And on the inside, your heart strains to find a map,
a scribbled indicator to tell you where you're at.
Oh, you're just a wanderer
walking down abandoned gravel roads.
Where the path begins and ends,
you never seem to know.
And as the days roll by, you wonder why
it matters anyway.
Content to listen to the wind,
inside you know you're gonna be okay.
You had the wrong perception of the way
that you thought things should be.
And as your life progressed, you discovered
you just needed to be free.
All the little things you thought were so important start to fade
as you listen to the river from the shadow of a rustling tree's shade.
Slowly your mind loses grip on the notions of lost maps.
Names of streets don't matter if you understand that
There's music in this world that you can only hear if you're listening.
And as your life slows down, you realize what you were missing.
The vibrant hues of colors that you didn't see when life was rushing by
are crystal clear as you lay in the grass, staring at the sky.
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