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Where a man goes Often in repose, Alone in candle light.- Right. By his own designs... He doesn't have to answer, Can drop the role of dancer And take just whatever.- Endeavours he has on his mind As fully as the coming breeze Breathing in how it frees His thoughts and ambitions.- Intuitions resparked because of this... Where a man goes To lay down his axe, he knows.- That in the moment when his body quiets.- Riots cease and he can dream.| That no one or thing, Regardless of the news or excitement it would bring, Cannot shake him, wake him or.- Roar so loud as to be noticed. This is where a man goes in fear. Where when poverty and idle living, and beer.- Cloud body and mind.- Grind hope to crumbs.| And stand on the perch of desperation, Alone in fear and perspiration, Dying for something to do, Viewing savings turn to dried flies. Returning always to where a man goes, Delaying what he knows To be all too true. Do or die, or start anew.-
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May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 8:09 PM UTC
Where a Man Goes
Where a man goes Often in repose, Alone in candle light.- Right. By his own designs... He doesn't have to answer, Can drop the role of dancer And take just whatever.- Endeavours he has on his mind As fully as the coming breeze Breathing in how it frees His thoughts and ambitions.- Intuitions resparked because of this... Where a man goes To lay down his axe, he knows.- That in the moment when his body quiets.- Riots cease and he can dream.| That no one or thing, Regardless of the news or excitement it would bring, Cannot shake him, wake him or.- Roar so loud as to be noticed. This is where a man goes in fear. Where when poverty and idle living, and beer.- Cloud body and mind.- Grind hope to crumbs.| And stand on the perch of desperation, Alone in fear and perspiration, Dying for something to do, Viewing savings turn to dried flies. Returning always to where a man goes, Delaying what he knows To be all too true. Do or die, or start anew.-
I think it's been a full year since I last wrote something. An anonymous reading: https://soundcloud.com/user608182312/where-a-man-goes
jeremy-r-frenette
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28/Agender/Canadian
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 8:09 PM UTC
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