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Apr 2012
I do not fit – and, I hope that I never will.
I’ve sank in all quick sands, I’ve climbed beyond the highest hills,
I have lived a thousand lives, and made a million mistakes,
There’s wisdom in these eyes - that does not fit with this young face.

I try to speak with those around, escape the freak or tone him down,
I try to sound like I belong, but all I’ve found’s I get it wrong,
I hope one day someone will find I broke away and had to hide,
I hope she sees that I’ve been saving all of me for her embrace,

An’ we will dance on the stars, I’ll take her hands make them ours,
I’ll show her the scenery of Heaven, Earth and dreamers seas,
I’ll share with her all above, I’ll make her burst with the love,
I’ll conquer her heart and soul and then perhaps she’ll make me whole.
And we will sail on through time. We’ll lift the veils on divines,
We’ll sit at the end of days, about to set off on our way.

I do not sleep – but, I haven’t wept in an age.
Although such a deep cut leaves nothing left inside me but a pain that
Stops me from showing I’m more than you’d ever know,
It stops me from going, and yet it keeps me so alone.

I hope I haven’t crossed the line, but note that you’ve all lost your minds,
All of likeness to the dead you waste your time, you waste your heads,
You sleepers drift in front of me to slow down and discomfort me,
Treasuring the trivial with eyelids that are made of wool.

And those who know me, of course, they call me a darkened horse,
But they’d never spend the time to enter this strange world of mine,
I can’t seem to live with them – I can’t live without such friends,
I can’t bring the laughter back, I’ll never spring out of this trap.

I feel sometimes a separate breed. I feel like I am all I need.
I feel like I just want to show you all the places we can go to,
Dive inside and find your way, put all of time into a day,
Accept yourself and all your flaws, and all the wealth there is is yours,
You cannot measure how sublime the treasures are inside your mind,
You cannot fathom all the friends that wait for you at journeys end,
You’ll never know how bright you are, the epic might of that small heart.
Anthony Reid
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Anthony Reid
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