Life is a series
Of bruises and lumps
A long, winding road
Filled with wrong turns and bumps
The maps are outdated
Left behind by the last
Who traveled before us
With clues from the past
Following footsteps
Of pilgrims before
In search of their Mecca
On some foreign shore
Searching for freedom
They bravely set sail
Knights on some mission
In a quest for their grail
We stand on a bridge
But nobody jumps
Wounded and bleeding
From the bruises and lumps
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