I took the slippery rock trailWay back when
And I'm getting to the end
I can see that soon it just stops
I can say I have achieved' my destiny
People have perished along the way
I have retained my balance to the end
My peer is afraid to die
I on the other hand
At the trail's end can't believe
The pulse of anomie in my veins
I want to bleed the nothingness
I have an artillery spray
From my veins
I don't want to apply pressure
Yet I have to hang on for my friend
Because I care
And here is the secret
Also the bear trap of long life
I want my epithet to read
He cared while he was here
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