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... And in my life, did i see those great mountains that obscured the sky in their majesty. Did i ride upon great horse's and in my youth felt the kick of a rifle against my shoulder.
... And in my life, did i witness my mother succombing to addiction, to where there was no food to be had, and the many angry men that came and went, it was then that i understood the word suffering.
... And in my life, did the words i wrote were praised and awarded, encouraged i was to continue so, and yet that was lost to the ever marching chimes of time. Where those days were lost to indirectin, indecision, and an overwhelming loss for nameless things.
... And in my life, did i see the uglyness of my soul, as my wrath and anger did destroy the first women who ever loved me, it was then that i learned of the darkness that residues within me.
... And in my life, did i lose my self to complancey for accepting what came my way, and tolerating the words and actions of those who'm i'd never associate with, just to belong, there did i learn what it mean't to seek individuality.
... And in my life, did i sail across the many waters, did i find myself amoung those who'm called me brother, in cities where no building stood, in deserts where the sands can kill you. There did i learn what it mean't to be brave.
... And in my life, did i yet see again those demons within me raise their ugly heads, and destroy what i worked so hard to fight against, and it was that day looking upon the note left on the refirgator that i would wander this world for many years.
... And in my life, have i been told to do things about the world around, that i am to belong to groups who want that change, and yet, i reflect back, bringing food too refuges, protecting convoys from ambush's, too standing and watching the Twin towers burn. There did i learn, that my lonelyness, that my mourning for what is no more, yet still remains.
... And now in my life, do i stare at complancy and middleage, realizing that this now, may be all thats ever been.
... And in my life, did i witness my mother succombing to addiction, to where there was no food to be had, and the many angry men that came and went, it was then that i understood the word suffering.
... And in my life, did the words i wrote were praised and awarded, encouraged i was to continue so, and yet that was lost to the ever marching chimes of time. Where those days were lost to indirectin, indecision, and an overwhelming loss for nameless things.
... And in my life, did i see the uglyness of my soul, as my wrath and anger did destroy the first women who ever loved me, it was then that i learned of the darkness that residues within me.
... And in my life, did i lose my self to complancey for accepting what came my way, and tolerating the words and actions of those who'm i'd never associate with, just to belong, there did i learn what it mean't to seek individuality.
... And in my life, did i sail across the many waters, did i find myself amoung those who'm called me brother, in cities where no building stood, in deserts where the sands can kill you. There did i learn what it mean't to be brave.
... And in my life, did i yet see again those demons within me raise their ugly heads, and destroy what i worked so hard to fight against, and it was that day looking upon the note left on the refirgator that i would wander this world for many years.
... And in my life, have i been told to do things about the world around, that i am to belong to groups who want that change, and yet, i reflect back, bringing food too refuges, protecting convoys from ambush's, too standing and watching the Twin towers burn. There did i learn, that my lonelyness, that my mourning for what is no more, yet still remains.
... And now in my life, do i stare at complancy and middleage, realizing that this now, may be all thats ever been.