Despair is such a simple place,
where all futures we can face.
An easy journey, all downhill;
where with it our life’s cup does fill.
With no escape, surrender’s near;
all paths are blocked, that seems quite clear.
That is the time we need a tree
to hug and set our Spirit free;
to fly above all earthly woe
and see the path where we needst go.
Hello cruel world, I’m here to join this circus.
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