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The First Time "I" (The Second Second)

I took the train

To the burning skies,

To the sinking clouds,

To the bridge of redemption.

 

I waited in line,

Beside the others,

For my decision,

For my punishment.

 

I came to him

And he said,

"You shall be one;

You will have won"

 

I went to my prize

With others like me.

The world was whiter;

The world was brighter.

 

I saw to my life

And it was filled with things.

Things people pay for;

Things people **** for.

 

I saw the fog

That kept Life from Love.

It blurred my sight;

It blurred my joy.

 

I saw the reason,

After three score and seven days.

The reason was not prize;

The reason was punishment.

 

I chose the option

To choose my way back

To the life before

For the life ahead.

 

And after the second second,

I saw the difference.

It was a saga of life;

It was a saga of dream.

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isaac
American
Published
Mar 13, 2011
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(It has won to three for life.)

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