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Mar 2013
Twenty eight years have passed, but count up the hours I'm awake
Your Paralyzing fears harassed you, time to see just what's at stake
Raise a glass and cheers the amassed burning candles on your cake
As your regretful tears fail to mask the pain of how you truly ache

Im Alive and present in the world because I will rest less
Don't ask me what time it is, my internal clock is a mess
Anxious insomnia ever since I lay rest in the womb fortress
Experience ages you beyond the years that you will possess

Ability reminds me that the bucket list can remain extensive
Virility blinds me with a pheromone mist that can be expensive
Fragility grinds my flesh as father time's fist grows more defensive
Humility binds spirit and mind into existentialist bliss so comprehensive

I'm blessed with restless soul syndrome to be my almighty guide
Refreshing zest and vigor to accompany me after all things eyed
Even if she's the best I can't see myself settling for just one bride
So let our bodies be the board and may our waters flow high tide
Drifton A Way
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