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Like an ash
I sit and watch the smoke rise
Flip the ash and watch it float
Into oblivion it goes
Not knowing where it wanders
It rises and falls
Dances, to it's own rhythm
Dances to a different drum
Careless to the world
It drifts till it lands
Lands in some unknown field
It's foreign to the ash
In a vast world the ash it sits
So confused it waits to die
All day I sit and wait
Waiting until the inevitable
I wander around not knowing
Where I am going to land
I do not know until that day
Exceeding and Failing each day
I blindly lead myself into life
I will eventually find my way
Find my niche in this society
The niche is where I will die
Die alone in a place of grief
Sit alone and deteriorate slowly
Distressed in my niche I will die
