Like any good or bad thing this will not last
I've learned to appreciate the euphoria or terrors of my past
A mysterious space we seldom enter
Exit changed as if we were seein' a mentor
It's a dark hole sometimes; best forgotten
Clinging to the Son; the only Begotten
But a blissful son kissed place often too
Explainable as the dark hole to me and to you
So I move through but never not respect or notice; the abysses, moving towards tomorrow's kisses
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