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I can't seem to fight my way out right now. So many rays of light and I continue to wear shades. The sun hurts my head, my heart. Many paths lay before me, some familiar, some brand new and I remain motionless. I'm tired of walking alone. My shoes are worn through, my feet hurt and I just want to be carried, just for a minute, for once. I'm ready to remove the suit of armor, at least I want to be. But the flowers always bloom more fragrantly elsewhere. Recently, I found a musketeer, but he's been rained on too many times and needs to dry off a bit. Long ago, I met a prince, whose soul follows me. But his path is in a far off land. All around me, clocks are melting, dripping so I can't see what time it is. A shark and a leprechaun cut up my heart last year. The shark just tried to put it back together. I don't know if the glue will hold. On a shake of faith, we shall see. There is a road that seems to call my name, far away from here. But am I just hearing voices? The road is dark and requires a mental machete. I am constantly drawn to uncertainty and yet I fear it. And I continue to stand still. My solution is to drown in smoke and poison and flesh and dreams and tears. I cry out, but no one hears. Maybe everyone has gone deaf. Or my voice is gone. I don't want to deafen anyone, so I whisper. And no one comes. I walk and live with pride and smiles. Inspiring. Beautiful. Confident. I can't bring myself to shatter the mask in front of anyone. I can hide it for years at a time,even, but it always returns. It is uncertain, ugly, a cheat and a liar, sad, frightened and alone. And silent. My matches are wet and I can't find the lighter fluid. Please, sir, may I have a light?