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Suns beauty ensnares
Raging Inferno breathes life
Giant among stones
I travelled place to place
Looking for something I needed
From Texas to Europe
To New York and Mexico.
I could not find it
What is this thing
I wondered
That they call living?
I looked everywhere
Carefully planning my future
But then
One day I turned around.
I saw all of my past experiences behind me
The good times
The bad times
The nights I felt alive
And I simply said
*oh.
Sometimes we search for an amazing life, and in the meantime we don't cherish the life we have.
Strive not to understand me. Even I stopped doing that. I learnt that before I could understand me, I would be wise to first understand the macrocosm, for it is my grand reflection after all.

If I understand it, and you do too, then you will understand me, and me you.
The Vortex has bolted;
The Express left;
The sun, moon and stars
Conspire in the sky
In imitation of Spring,
Before the final plunge.

Then, the Red-winged,
Red-breasted and
Yellow-footed featheries
Will nest and roost
Where I don't want them.

The droppings of winter
Are exposed;
Last Fall's leafy refuge
Upbraid me;
Winter's cover
Is pulled back,
The slumber ends.

I am compelled
To join the festival,
Buy gasoline
For Spring's toys.
I will,
Perhaps,
Be calm
By November.
Tip toeing through life not
Making a sound, what
Will be remembered of you,
As you were never heard.

Because you never noticed
You were only back ground,
White noise.
You where there but not
Much noise did you make
When you were around.

Would you have been loud
If given the chance, be known
By many all around.
But noise itself can lead to people
Ignoring that sound, just a
Nuisance in the back ground.

You wanted to be heard
But were too loud, so much
That you cancelled out the
Fact you wanted others to
Know you were even around.

A balance of nosie and silence
Must be made through life,
The right place and time
To make that sound, but
Also to be quiet as those
Around we see. That all
Are respected, those that
Surround you through life.

We are all many noises through
Life, what will you be remembered
For, that marks that part of your
life.
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