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The darkness is swallowing me,
it's becoming very hard to see.
It's a decision that I made,
now the debt must be paid.
My heart is undoubtedly  broke,
It's constricting hands make me choke.
I make what will be my last statement,
now I'm just another lost soul a Remanent.
My body will be forever gone,
but my words remain in song.
Just another happy tune,
listen to me hear come June.
One
Ever exploring,
ever evolving,
ever growing.

I can't stop this life that has been given to me.

Nothing will change my perception,
everything solidifies my beliefs,
everything is all apart of another,
we are all interconnected,
we all have a purpose,
and most of us alive don't realize it.

I wish that I could pry open everyone's eyes,
so that they too could know what I know and could learn as I learn,
for I am still learning and know nothing,
but in the same instance I am one with everyone and I am one with myself,
and I know more than I realize just haven't unlocked it all.

Life is to detailed for me to figure everything out,
a million years of knowledge for a hundred years of life,
it's very hard to determine all of it.
Bringing these words to mean something,
do you understand me?
Hoping that my next metaphor saves a soul,
can you relate with me?
Reaching out these arthritic riddled hands,
are you able to feel me?
catching  a  break  after  a  life  of  *******
We do it out of spite,
inside lies a angry child.
spitting his words of denial,
he ran with wolves he was wild.

He flew like a disconnected  kite,
out a 7 story building window.
He tried to fit in and speak the kids lingo,
but he was one of many losing a blackout game of bingo.

He fought the good fight,
but tonight he threw in the towel.
When someone tried to stop him he replied with a growl,
as he flew out that 7 story window he flew down to the ground with a howl.

Can't we just for tonight pretend this boy,
that this boy,
lives inside us,
he died within us.
His heart was broke,
like a wheel without a spoke,
he missed the times and was made into a joke.
I have no idea where this came from. But it's a parable of some sort, I made it up for someone, someone out there understands what I'm saying. I know what it means but I doubt most of you do.
Let us rise up and be thankful,
for if we didn't learn a lot today,
at least we learned a little.
and if we didn't learn a little at least we didn't get sick.
and if we did get sick,
at least we didn't die.
So, let us be thankful.
The Litebrite's now black and white
'Cos you took apart a picture that wasn't right
Pitch  burning on a shining  sheet
The only maker that you want to meet
A dying  man in a living  room
Whose shadow  paces the floor
Who'll take you out in the open  door
This is not  my  life
It's just a fond  farewell to a friend
It's not what I'm  like
It's just a fond  farewell to a friend
Who  couldn't get things  right
A fond  farewell to a friend
He said really I just want to dance
Good and evil match perfect, it's a great  romance
And I can deal with some psychic  pain
If it'll slow down my  higher  brain
Veins full of disappearing  ink
Vomiting in your  kitchen  sink
Disconnecting from the missing  link
This is not my  life
It's just a fond  farewell to a friend
It's not what I'm like
I'ts just a fond  farewell to a friend
Who  couldn't get things  right
A fond  farewell to a friend
I see you're  leaving  me
And taking up with the enemy
The cold  comfort of the in-between
A little  less than a human  being
A little  less than a happy  high
A little  less than a suicide
The only things that you really tried
This is not  my  life
It's just a fond  farewell to a friend
It's not what I'm  like
It's just a fond  farewell to a friend
Who  couldn't get things  right
A fond  farewell to a friend
This is not  my  life
It's just a fond  farewell to a **friend
Lyrics due to Elliott Smith- A Fond Farwell
I really understand this song, I've many of times tried to get things right and felt as if some sort of forces were working against me, it's as if someone has their hand directly on my head keeping me down in the muck. I hope that one day I could grow into a lotus and maybe then would the hand leave me.
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