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Nov 06, 2007 04:03

I am looking

Always Alert

Giving a smile, possibly a second glance

Systematically repeating

Nerves stop receiving

Drugs would be nice right now, sex even better

Stressing the positive and reality stressing me

But it's all good

How couldn't it be

I'm alive and well

Maybe it's the feeling of statistics

A cool atmosphere chills me

It's a fear of sorts

A fear changing me

Trembling like a child just beaten

But calm and collected all the same

I want to do something meaningful

Passionate

To change the world is to much

and even if so who is to judge if it would be good

Narrow is this path I tread

I wish I could write some wishful thought

A touch of your lips, or something along those lines

But again it doesn't exist

Exit now for I never entered

Picking out splinters

In an alien sociopathic feeling

I walk away

What did I achieve I know not

But I'll repeat it tomorrow

Maybe something will change

I look toward the sunrise

And I can only pray
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