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At the ends The ends of my wits I am But lost Beyond help The fear of the unknown I do not know What I don't know And the knowledge I possess Gripes me How much Do I really need to know What do I do When everything and everyone points But the directions Are random Assorted in multitudes of angles The masses of things and the burning fear Running through my mind It confuses me And consumes me whole Like A mouse Walloped By a snake A pebble Swallowed By the tides Day and night I think of what and how To face this problem The lack of knowledge And destitute of time I ain't sure What the root Or roots Of this problem is I simply know I'm rooted to this ground With no escape out With the exception Of pure hard work
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Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 5:27 AM UTC
Affairs of Magnitude
At the ends The ends of my wits I am But lost Beyond help The fear of the unknown I do not know What I don't know And the knowledge I possess Gripes me How much Do I really need to know What do I do When everything and everyone points But the directions Are random Assorted in multitudes of angles The masses of things and the burning fear Running through my mind It confuses me And consumes me whole Like A mouse Walloped By a snake A pebble Swallowed By the tides Day and night I think of what and how To face this problem The lack of knowledge And destitute of time I ain't sure What the root Or roots Of this problem is I simply know I'm rooted to this ground With no escape out With the exception Of pure hard work
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Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 5:27 AM UTC
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