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I ponder what is greater 

I wonder what is less 

I know what I am not

But if I am of goodness I detest 

The notion of time is not concrete to me, we have clocks that say a time but it is short of the rising and falling of the sun I perceive

And the moon that rises up and descends just the same

I need not say that I am lost and alone

It is quite often my demeanor shall show

People walk around sullen, and I wonder what for

I perceive them as I am and go on through the same opened doors

The chapters that are being written oh if I could read my book

My memory fades as I recollect what I've lost 

Shadows that send me into a delusion

I wonder if I am on my side as I cast my sanity into the depths of confusion

Lately it is coming to me that we are not here by chance, the state of affairs on the globe happening leads me to conclude that there is surely a plan 

Who I have come to be is not who I am, for the waves of ingenuity still crash inside of me, all I can do is accept my self with love and pray to transcend this love affair with lies. Often it is all forgotten when I stare long at the sky and remember the good ol' days where my ego was not triggered incessantly but instead my wonder flourished as freely as a childs and my vitality was that of a dolphin leaping in and out of the deep waters.