by James McDuffie

Somebody stole my fucking wallet,
Why did someone steal my fucking wallet?

Or did I… did I loose it?
It can not be that, for I am careful.

Or am I not… am I careless?
Do I haphazardly let my life slip… away?

Where am I, Where was I,
Where am I going?

Where,
Where,
Where?

Do you know, no you don’t,
You don’t know any fucking thing.

But that is how it is… Life,
Never knowing anything… ever…

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