4 years later

Still I ask a bunch of the same questions.
Still I look for meaning in all of this mess.
Still I write songs and playing music.
Still I work through my demons.
Still I wrestle with my addictions.
Still I make excuses for myself.
Still I try to do the right thing.
Still I mess it all up.
Still I learn.
Still I grow.
Still I pick myself up.
Still I continue to tramp a perpetual journey.

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