and rolling still...
One and one rolls down the hill
I’ll make you stronger if I don’t kill
your sense of purpose, possibility
I can at least insist I have no enmity
I put my shoulder to my beloved stone
reverse the trip I, one and one alone
many are with me in body, in mind
I expect no justice because she is blind
I don’t expect the call because it’s been too long
I don’t expect the world to pay attention to my song
the sum of my desire is one and one
life without guarantee of peace or fun
we’ll just keep rolling onto the next joint
praying to God the next one is the turning point
what
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