Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

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My eyes crusted over with sleep.
The night falls around me,
But I go nowhere.

I am one with the stars;
I am one of the stars,
Too distant to be seen
By normal eyes.

I quiz destiny
And partake in faith.
I am as golden as hope,
As cloudy as fate
And still I harbor doubt.

I am revolting at times,
Scorning dreams and prayers,
Swearing I'm one of a kind but,
I'm really a dime a dozen.

September 7, 2009


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