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Journeys. falling out into a crucial moment
created by circumstance and the evident matter of fact,
of the obvious unrelated concerns
of my inner burning calculations, tossing and turning, wrestling with the thoughts i have bought
from the sold innocence of my youth,
my soul, is nothing but the confused undertow,
in which i pull and swim, drown and swallow,
the sick waters of the unnatural course i have chosen
and as fingers point to blame, all disdain came crumbling to suffocate, the absence of my self,
i turned away, still removed, breathless in apathy,
tied to the nothing of empty,
soiled with the dirt i have found of the earth
from which i have came, and shall also return,
unto dust, unto the creator
whose gift of free will, has led me lost.
the ways i have sown, have made me confused,
living on borrowed time, still failing to get it right,
i can only hope that some light or faith,
in which i have embraced,
will save me from the darkened traits
of my own illusions of consumption,
burying me further with the depth of question and answer, there within the sanction of ignorance is bliss,
and i infiltrate my prison, only to want the freedom,
which i alone have barred myself against.
