Theses days idk if I'm coming or going, I'm not sure if I'm walking backwards or forward.  I'm left to center, I am out of tune. My fire is cold and my ice is hot. Not sure if you're my best friend or my worst enemy. I keep digging holes that lift me to mountaintops.  My river has run dry and my desert is flooded. As I age another year my body grows younger.  As the time flies by it passes in slow...

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