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I looked at life with a seam of anger
Not looking for its answer to me
Too focused on what I can bring myself
I did not see it set free
From the start I heard
By a little birdie
That life was to be adventured
Not found in a hurry
What is now become known
Was always there from the start
That there is no life beyond
I can feel it in my heart
The life we have now
Is what we focus on
Talking of the future
For false hope to dawn
I look to the right
I see the world in flames
To my left I notice something else
Gasoline around with matches in my hands
This scene is what I should've expected
But something caught my eye
A baby strewn across the ground
There was a mirror in its cry
I tell you now that there's no point to anything
Unless true hope is shown through a posing recital
That there is no faith in any thought
Unless you give this poem a title...
