Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
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I peek.
I see too much.
Speak to the wrong beings,
Hear the wrong instructions.
Trip, fall, fail.
My heart,
As empty as my stomach.
My stomach,
Less empty than my soul.
I cower out of anguish,
Not fear.
Exhaustion.
I lie.
I lay.
The masses stampede,
I'm trampled.
So goes the story.
I understand
Yet cannot fathom
The words upon my tongue
And how they wound,
Or how they die.
March 5, 2009
I see too much.
Speak to the wrong beings,
Hear the wrong instructions.
Trip, fall, fail.
My heart,
As empty as my stomach.
My stomach,
Less empty than my soul.
I cower out of anguish,
Not fear.
Exhaustion.
I lie.
I lay.
The masses stampede,
I'm trampled.
So goes the story.
I understand
Yet cannot fathom
The words upon my tongue
And how they wound,
Or how they die.
March 5, 2009
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