The road I'm on is cracked and creviced,
It zigs and zags like an Appalachian crazy quilt.
While on it, I walk a fine line between:
happiness and despair
tears of joy and tears of sorrow
sanity and insanity
with you and without you
pleasure and pain
Heaven and Hell
love and hate
I have come full circle.
I began alone and end up alone.
But, if you wanted to understand,
to connect the dots (so to speak)...
of each life-changing point...
the circle would appear as:
The pointy-penciled scribbles of a child
or the crayon scrawl of an enraged lunatic...
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