Off the beaten path,
Off the railroad tracks.
Spiraling out of control.
Truth be told, no one needs to know.
Unless you're sure,
You should never tell a soul.
Helical & misleading,
The thoughts grow old.
On a cold dark night,
The breezes scold.
Deeper & further,
Despite despair.
We begin mending,
And commence repair.
Let it wear,
Take a hold.
Never be undersold.
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