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To watch your sunset on my horizon,
The last flickering light,
And as night assumes his welcome,
I sit indefintely in anger, sadness, pain.

I cant tell you how long the night is,
But i know how long the days were.
I guess i kept you in the world i was in,
Tied to my limp light.
I couldn't help but drag you in my mud,
Tied to my limp light.

I guess i lost you in the world i was in,
Refused to see you go.
I washed my hands and i denounced change.
Refused to see you go.

I guess i never saw the world i was in,
Neglecting drifting lines.
I walked a mile away each time you reached,
Neglecting drifting lines.


Now i know the world i made you leave me in,
I could of made this right.
I tainted yours with that which i brought,
I should of made this right.

I will not hold the door to this world I'm in,
I shouldn't will you back,
It's of no consequence even if i did.
You wouldn't take me back.
The title is a misquoted bob dylan line
Balancing the scales.
Take from one,
Give the other.
peaceful equilibrium.

The dynamic seesaw of life.
Solve for x, y, z.
Find that which you look for.

But i remain the remainder.
The imbalance in this function.
The bottom of the glass again,
Through the crystal design,
An obscure vision,
The world blurred and unaligned.

The sight i see,
Though new today.
Seems all but too familiar.
I obscure the things surrounding me.
I cause them to defect.

Again i left her in her in a place I always seek escape from.
Though unwillingly i must assume,
Perhaps my will transcends me.
It seems more and more that though i see my actions as innocent in my design,
A haze of rose must cloud my judgement.

It leaves me wondering this night.
Am i what i think of me.
Or perhaps here i do not critique myself with any impartial merit.

Yet my lack of pride,
Strange it seems,
Blocks me from another apology.
I often feel my sorries carry less weight than the breathes they ride on.

What worth is a word.
When no-one wishes to hear it.

What worth are my words.
When she may never see it.

I guess in here i address myself,
A man willingly broken.

All anger leaves me now,
In the damaged night i rest in.
And in walks more regret,
And out the one i was blessed with.
for Shanagh
me
My echo wont reply for me.
My reflection will not look at me.
My shadow does not walk with me.
My footsteps will not follow me.

I lost myself to someone else.

And they never gave me back.
Shouting at an empty room;
Even echoes do fall silent.
Pebbles, rocks. Boulders and stones.
Unique and yet so plain.

How many million individual grains of sand rest upon a beach,
None of them the same.

A snowflake falls a different shape,
A billion others follow.

Are they unique,
Are we the same.
Answer how it suits you.

But in a pile of rocks a thousand tall,
Thats all it is,
A pile or rocks.
A thousand tall.
Rock on rock on rock.

They are all just ******* rocks.
Individuality is a myth
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