Reverse

I’m where I should be anyway.

But at the end of the day

Can’t make sense of where I tread.

My path is always winding

About the division where I rest my head.

And

Why I can’t do right.

Don’t bother to ask.

Going to paradise to find heaven within me.

To find that which has been a familiar mystery.

Willing to go where I’ve never been.

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