The Day My Name Died
Morning came so quickly,
As my mind swirled even more.
I could not think...
I did not ponder on what I heard before.
I strolled right into my future,
As I went through the solid glass door,
And sat behind the diagonal walls,
That I saw the day before.
All the past days...
That I stared at those walls,
I lounged with a laborish attitude,
And answered all those calls.
Optimistic worker, I must say I was,
And nobody knew what was inside my head.
Accurate information was not explained,
Until the day my name was dead.
The people that I left behind,
That did not destroy my name,
I do truely miss you,
And my life is just not the same.
I cannot say that I miss everyone,
Yet no one really does,
When their name vanishes,
Just because...
I do however comprehend the fact,
That the art of edification existed nowhere,
And the wholesomeness of integrity,
Was exstinct everywhere.
I also understand that my mind,
Was thought up as an empty ball,
But great documents that I've received,
Can proove it all.
Go back to the top,
And read this one more time.
For if you think I'm still slow,
I guess you really don't know my mind.
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