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Here I am thinking What have I become? Is this me, Was it me before? I'm exhausted by the constant adding up -multiplying the times I have had to reassess Where am I in this maze.. I feel the certainty chip away as the people I love wilt and disappear The knowledge I once held close I lay down next to their once comforting words Nothing is definite Fact is a state of Illusion Am I alright with this? I once declared.. "I thrive on chaos" I now search for comfort within it, and hold on tight to my own prospects Is this really who I have become? What do I fear? .. Measurement(?) Those who are adding up their own multiples(?) Me As I look myself over in the mirror judging.. assessing the weight of each insult Who cares? Do I? How can I find contentment in all of these flaws My lack of effort My lack of effort to conform to ideals .. is this part of me, a rebellion of sort Will it pay off in the long run or will I fall flat on my face in the abyss of conformity I am lucky I am loved. I think oh so lucky .. luck is temporary, it's all temporary that's the good part(!) We don't have to dwell but(!) might we have to Answer To Pay.. for all decisions and outcomes. Is this why(?) ..I know I am not the only one thinking..
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Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 8:21 PM UTC
The Math of Reflection
Here I am thinking What have I become? Is this me, Was it me before? I'm exhausted by the constant adding up -multiplying the times I have had to reassess Where am I in this maze.. I feel the certainty chip away as the people I love wilt and disappear The knowledge I once held close I lay down next to their once comforting words Nothing is definite Fact is a state of Illusion Am I alright with this? I once declared.. "I thrive on chaos" I now search for comfort within it, and hold on tight to my own prospects Is this really who I have become? What do I fear? .. Measurement(?) Those who are adding up their own multiples(?) Me As I look myself over in the mirror judging.. assessing the weight of each insult Who cares? Do I? How can I find contentment in all of these flaws My lack of effort My lack of effort to conform to ideals .. is this part of me, a rebellion of sort Will it pay off in the long run or will I fall flat on my face in the abyss of conformity I am lucky I am loved. I think oh so lucky .. luck is temporary, it's all temporary that's the good part(!) We don't have to dwell but(!) might we have to Answer To Pay.. for all decisions and outcomes. Is this why(?) ..I know I am not the only one thinking..
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Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 8:21 PM UTC
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