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Apr 2015 · 716
Perception
Vagabond Apr 2015
Time ticks like a clock
And rips like calendar pages
My mind has been clouded
Seems like the storms here to stay
I'm the strongest weakling
Stuck in a like full of waiting
Day to day uninspired
So exhausted from anticipation
Life is pushing forward
Rolling backwards in reverse
Looking inside my own mind
I can't tell you which is worse
Being launched forward
Traveling faster than my feet can handle
Or rolling slowly
Years until the next night
I'm overly underwhelmed
My words are contradictions
Trying to keep smart to the world
Avoiding life's addictions
Wading in the darkness
Broken up by shooting stars
Stuck inside these prison walls
My heart enclosed in jars
Dec 2014 · 364
I Am
Vagabond Dec 2014
I am not the grade I receive on my work
I am the effort I put into it
I am not the number on the scale
I am the confidence standing upon it
I am not the makeup or the clothes i wear
I am the one who chooses how to present myself
I am not body I walk around in*
I am the mind that makes it all matter
Aug 2014 · 995
Inertia
Vagabond Aug 2014
I know I'm gonna fall
Newtons three laws will make me the ***
Of scientific jokes
That causes apples to fall and cars to crash
Aug 2014 · 1.7k
Some Things Can't Change
Vagabond Aug 2014
No matter how much you want a dog to be a cat
You will still wake up everyday
To an animal that barks and needs to be let out to ***
Aug 2014 · 822
Cliff
Vagabond Aug 2014
If we jump off the cliff to see if we can fly
The only thing we'll ever learn is in the end we die
Aug 2014 · 922
Cross Road
Vagabond Aug 2014
I've made a path to follow
And I know i will not stray
But I see how you wonder
I know why you've lost your way
Aug 2014 · 383
Too Clean
Vagabond Aug 2014
I look up to the stars and remember a time
Where it was too cloudy to see a thing
I knew that I was star struck
But not by the sky
By the words that I read
Yet i don't understand what you didn't see
I saw a part of your past and realized
Maybe I'm just too clean
Jul 2014 · 4.3k
Imagination
Vagabond Jul 2014
It's an addiction
The feeling of ink to paper flowing from the mind to a needle delivering relief
It's an affliction
A disease that manifests itself as dialogue and description
It's an abomination
A beast that bares its teeth and sinks into the page
It's creation
That bleeds and breathes and loves and hates and learns
It's desolation
That manipulates and destroys enveloping the world in its darkness
It's imagination
That addicts, creates, and destroys nothing *but the mind

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