I didn’t get the choices I wanted to take.
I am left alone, left in a terrible state.
I was once priceless, I was a mothers son.
I left without a word and now she is gone.
I never realized it could happen so quickly.
So I wander around, wondering what hit me.
I waltzed right out of their lives.
We could have made things much better.
But I never stopped to realize.
Now she’s gone, I won’t forget her.
Though I need her now, more than ever.
And I might just take myself to meet her.
But that is not going to happen because she is dead.
I always will remember, before I left, what she said.
She said, listen to me, son, where ever you go.
I will be standing right here, waiting for you.
But I went to early.
And left it to late…
I question, A cold sole.
For why he Sold coal.)
A new, welcome paradoxification.
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