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Crushed by the perplexity of Chronos transparent
Awakened to destiny Ananke, forever adherent
the Titans birthed the Gods without peripheral vision
who against the odds, would free the cycle from its own attrition
If these moments turned to hours before my eyes could blink
would I spend my precious time concerned what others think?
and if the months just spanned the years before I could forget
would I place more import on fears than life lived with regret?
then if this life just becomes death with no meaning left to find
should I let doubt become my focus and the captor of my mind?
I entertain the possibility that nothing's what I know
and watch my culpability in the seeds that I sow
I am letting go everything contained within a name
if I've taught you anything one day you'll do the same
to stand among the stillness as peaks do fall and rise
it's only just the willingness to see with all your eyes
you know you're made of strings and tiny bits of star
you dream of many things but none of these you are
the mind appears a single thread, yet aware of ourselves
it's an illusion based in synergy the deeper one delves
 Jan 2015 Atiya Ebony
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I'm exhausted from this rutine,
I need for my soul some medicine.
With a slow pace time passes.
Am I a sheep among the masses?

Every day at six I'm awake.
Portal quote; don't believe the cake.
So why don't I just walk away?
We both know I will, but not today.
Dedicado a Zousen support.
 Jan 2015 Atiya Ebony
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As far as I can remember
it's always been the same.
Surrounded by clubs and members,
but alone always I remain.

I've had friends, I've had lovers
and laughter with my loved ones,
yet from this loneliness I can't recover.

It's not that complicated.
It hurts when you're alone,
but from people surrounded.
It makes me feel undone.
Song version:
https://soundcloud.com/wolflefler/to-feel-undone

by Wolf Lefler.
 Jan 2015 Atiya Ebony
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As a kid time wasn't the same,
a day feelt like forever
and everything was a game.

Now I'm a ****** up adult,
in a world fast and insane,
the game now feels so occult.
Why does everything feel so strange?

Life feels like a weird insult.
Why did all things have to change?
Change is good they'll say to me,
but my craving still remains.
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