An introspective, retrospective look at life. There just isn't time to read all the books.
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All the trees I never climbed
And all the leaves they left behind
Keep adding rings to mark out time
All the letters I never sent
And all the dimes I never spent
I wonder where they really went
Come to find, all the obstacles I climbed
Were only in my mind
When I look at all the paths I never took
They're drawn across the pages of the books
I never read
All the verbs I never said
Conjugate inside my head
Stitched together with a common thread
The nouns I'm not remembering
No person, place, or anything
Leave me with not much to sing
Come to find, all the obstacles I climbed
Were only in my mind
When I look at all the paths I never took
They're drawn across the pages of the books
I never read
All the verbs and all the nouns
All the freaks and all the clowns
All the smiles and all the frowns
All the cops and all the crooks
ALl the kings and all the rooks
Are all in the final chapter of all the books
I never read
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