Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
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Slipping down rows
Of nonsense and
Hoping to find miracles
In corners gathering cobwebs
Like a mind gathers bad memories.
My eyes are broken,
Sight is not what it
Used to be, I no longer
See to experience,
I see to spot the pitfalls
Of my future.
They say I'm not a child
Anymore but I say
They are not people
Anymore, and so goes the story.
10-6-09
Of nonsense and
Hoping to find miracles
In corners gathering cobwebs
Like a mind gathers bad memories.
My eyes are broken,
Sight is not what it
Used to be, I no longer
See to experience,
I see to spot the pitfalls
Of my future.
They say I'm not a child
Anymore but I say
They are not people
Anymore, and so goes the story.
10-6-09
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