“Life is like a box of chocolates; you never know which one you’ll get,” and I twist and turn around the block I go again, round the mountain, here she comes, for the times they are a-changin’ – don’t get ahead of yourself but don’t look back, the past is the past and you can’t change it now – yet I twist around in my seat, straining to see the end of the road – where did it go? – stop the train I want to get off! – get off the merry-go-round, walk 500 miles, smell the flowers, watch the sunset running away from me – no, I don’t want another ticket to ride, just want to hide, dirt under my feet, breeze tickling my skin, rustle and chirp filling my ears, – stop, in the name of love – life.

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