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A pattern

Clinging to my side

I am a nothing

A no one

As it were

I shall come to be

Nobody

Such a dry tone

Such a flat verse

Miles upon miles

Of grass and shrubs

Depressing plains

Of absolute nothing

Should I dodge this arrow

Or take it at will

Ending this horrid life

Before it truly begins

Before my knees snap

Under my weight

Before the wind

Takes me away

Before my thoughts wander

Too far off track

I will make sure

To make my mark on this earth

No matter what it takes

Old and grey

I will remain

and if I must

I will take the violent course

For I will be remembered

I swear it.