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Sitting in this chair, resolved of life and wills I watched alone my eye wander to the abyssal The depths of the ceiling and the sky beyond it I sigh, and let my soul wander through that breath How far, how nigh, how short- the kick back The rush of reality is far from sudden than cautious How I see the world as a person, no- merely an animal Baser instincts to carve out an existence of importance Grandiose dreams to shape out a memory for all Just to get it right, to taste and grab... to grip tightly This experience, this lesson hardly forgotten by the body It's only one in countless eons- I am only one in countless eons But you all- you are my many in precious seconds I yearn never to let go, to separate to grow in every whim Thinking out loud only satiates little of my life owned by you all... And for all, I am thankful. Harm for hate, difference for pain But also joy for pleasure and trust for security, I owe it all to you You lead, I follow; I provide, you take. I fall, you continue as before I'll recollect in memory in the hearts and minds of those who know and remember my actions; past, present, and future. None perfect, but good and bad enough to mark my animalistic nature forever to your soul. I am the nature of the beast. Trickery, manipulation, deceit, and wits. I am the fox.
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
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Sitting in this chair, resolved of life and wills I watched alone my eye wander to the abyssal The depths of the ceiling and the sky beyond it I sigh, and let my soul wander through that breath How far, how nigh, how short- the kick back The rush of reality is far from sudden than cautious How I see the world as a person, no- merely an animal Baser instincts to carve out an existence of importance Grandiose dreams to shape out a memory for all Just to get it right, to taste and grab... to grip tightly This experience, this lesson hardly forgotten by the body It's only one in countless eons- I am only one in countless eons But you all- you are my many in precious seconds I yearn never to let go, to separate to grow in every whim Thinking out loud only satiates little of my life owned by you all... And for all, I am thankful. Harm for hate, difference for pain But also joy for pleasure and trust for security, I owe it all to you You lead, I follow; I provide, you take. I fall, you continue as before I'll recollect in memory in the hearts and minds of those who know and remember my actions; past, present, and future. None perfect, but good and bad enough to mark my animalistic nature forever to your soul. I am the nature of the beast. Trickery, manipulation, deceit, and wits. I am the fox.
neal-emanuelson
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
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