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I scream to drown the noise,             And fight to hold my poise Against this sonic wave             That dismantles and destroys. This place that I called home…             It’s all that’s left of what I own. I fear I’m destined to the desert,            Or somewhere desolate to roam. Tried to convince my brain this wasn’t real –            That lies are all I feel. I’m not sure why I fear this noise;            There’s nothing left for it to steal.                         -         -         - Yet, I plug my ears and scream;          Tear the stitching from my seams . . . I find it difficult to sleep,          And near-impossible to dream. I scream so hard it makes me sweat, And my skin begins to gleam                         *This heat turns smiles into tears,                          Like water into steam* My head begins to ache. My hands begin to shake. If I chose the wrong path,              I made one hell of a mistake. While my lungs still permit,              I’ll keep their volume set on high, Lifting my head to the clouds,              To scream at the sky. I have yet to hear an answer,         And while I’m not much of dancer I learned some steps from Lady Luck         In hopes to cure me of this cancer.                         -         -         - Now, I don’t believe in luck – But she still left me with something . . . While we danced I took notice; The noise dulled slightly to a humming. I looked back to Lady Luck – and I’m sure this wasn’t just a dream – But she had vanished to the air,                              Like water into steam. I said “I don’t believe in luck.” She still left me something, though. She said:                    *“You can’t predict the world –                       I assume this much you know…                       But if a farmer plants a seed,                       In that spot, a plant will grow.”* One day, my throat gave out. For no longer, could I shout. And I don’t believe in luck,              So I was simply left with doubt. I cursed that lady’s words. I told myself that she was crazy.        When something caught my eye…        There - at my feet - grew a daisy. A daisy… In the desert… So despite how bad my head hurt, I thanked God for Lady Luck.          I thanked God that I had met her. The noise I heard was her opposite.                It was the presence of chance. I've learned the farmer can’t predict the world, But, as surely as seeds grow into plants . . .                      My only choices are my actions.                      So, I think I’ll take today to dance.
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Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 9:34 PM UTC
I'll Take Today to Dance
I scream to drown the noise,             And fight to hold my poise Against this sonic wave             That dismantles and destroys. This place that I called home…             It’s all that’s left of what I own. I fear I’m destined to the desert,            Or somewhere desolate to roam. Tried to convince my brain this wasn’t real –            That lies are all I feel. I’m not sure why I fear this noise;            There’s nothing left for it to steal.                         -         -         - Yet, I plug my ears and scream;          Tear the stitching from my seams . . . I find it difficult to sleep,          And near-impossible to dream. I scream so hard it makes me sweat, And my skin begins to gleam                         *This heat turns smiles into tears,                          Like water into steam* My head begins to ache. My hands begin to shake. If I chose the wrong path,              I made one hell of a mistake. While my lungs still permit,              I’ll keep their volume set on high, Lifting my head to the clouds,              To scream at the sky. I have yet to hear an answer,         And while I’m not much of dancer I learned some steps from Lady Luck         In hopes to cure me of this cancer.                         -         -         - Now, I don’t believe in luck – But she still left me with something . . . While we danced I took notice; The noise dulled slightly to a humming. I looked back to Lady Luck – and I’m sure this wasn’t just a dream – But she had vanished to the air,                              Like water into steam. I said “I don’t believe in luck.” She still left me something, though. She said:                    *“You can’t predict the world –                       I assume this much you know…                       But if a farmer plants a seed,                       In that spot, a plant will grow.”* One day, my throat gave out. For no longer, could I shout. And I don’t believe in luck,              So I was simply left with doubt. I cursed that lady’s words. I told myself that she was crazy.        When something caught my eye…        There - at my feet - grew a daisy. A daisy… In the desert… So despite how bad my head hurt, I thanked God for Lady Luck.          I thanked God that I had met her. The noise I heard was her opposite.                It was the presence of chance. I've learned the farmer can’t predict the world, But, as surely as seeds grow into plants . . .                      My only choices are my actions.                      So, I think I’ll take today to dance.
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Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 9:34 PM UTC
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