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From a distance we begin to spar.
Closely as if we compete hand to hand.
Near defeat, yet just getting started.
Far from tiring, although exhausted.

Stranger than you?
I beg your pardon.
Circling about feeling like prey?
My wish, thy will or vice?

High on life in this moment.
Low on patience, but dedicated.
Curious, not enough to falter.
Excited enough to seek the ever-after.

Aesthetically appealing seems your soul.
Conquests of this kind foreign.
Shaking equally, strength contained taking it’s toll.
Wake me not, enjoying the post and beam.

Positive you are in theory.
Pessimism my motto.
Half full you see life.
Half empty I accept it.

You speak of a sequal and I smile ear to ear.
Comparative framework isn’t too much.
I've found comfort in the strange sojourner.
Equally I believe in such.

Your interests contain me.
Your mind worth exploring.
Who peaked whom?
Where did this start?

I felt the look you gave and saw it completely.
Tremble not for fear is not what I wish to bring.
Combined as one our best foot forward.
Musical words as if we sing.

March 8, 2012
Have we met?      
We have not.
Shall we meet?
Most likely not.

How can it be that those we think we know best,
we find we don't know at all?
How can a stranger seem so familiar,
that quickly, and hard we fall?

Is life about being proper?
Some believe so.
Is life about living in the now?
Still others say yes.

Who is it that truly sees who we are?
Who is it that never sees who we shall be?
The familiar so quickly become complacent.
The stranger keeps an energy ever-present.

I ask you again, have we met?
Perhaps our souls have.
I ask again, will we meet?
The stranger believes that in time all things are possible.

So it seems that potential supersedes the given.
Society believes that fate decides for us.
Who we have met.
Who we will meet.

Were it so, we wouldn't keep searching.
A lack of faith may be what causes us to accelerate through life.
Place your faith in a stranger and change the course.
With history repeating itself without benefit why continue down the road most traveled?

Are you the stranger I should place my faith in?

March 7, 2012

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