will work against me
and my vanity will insure
that it's lethal
make as many plans as you may
just when you think you've gotten through
an invisible hand from the sky
will move you an inch off your track
and what was an open way
becomes a cul-de-sac
that gathers you like a migrants hand
shifting through your chaff
for your wheat your harvest
your reason for being...
Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
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