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Apr 2014
I once was a child born of two worlds not one
Fleeing a fate I can’t see, one I can not outrun
A shell of a person, a spirit with no soul
A creature foreign to all with no place and no role

Every person I met left me scared and perplexed
Life seemed easy to them, but I always felt vexed
This emotional logic and conventional wisdom
Was beyond comprehension and often quite fearsome

I could not understand why I did not fit in
Was there something I’d done, an unforgivable sin
Or was I missing a piece of what you call humanity
Leaving me broken and taken by insanity

Then at night when the world left me all to myself
I saw through the darkness the hand I was dealt
But though clear as mid day I saw spirits walk by
They never paid notice, never batted an eye

I was part of both worlds but only through chains
I was stuck as a being that nothing could explain
So I tried to reach out to the spirits of the night
Maybe they could give wisdom, and make my path right

I invited them in and I tried to ask questions
But their language was harsh, and all I got were impressions
So I struggled through nights, and I struggled through days
Trying to make sense of this thickening haze

Then one day a being of great power and need
Approached me in slumber and talked of being freed
I was offered a choice that would shatter reality
Save a life and be given a sense of normality

This being would soon die, and I learned I would too
I had skirted existence, and both worlds ran me through
But if we were to merge, like two sides of a coin
We could split our existence, and one world we would join

I would never know fully the truth of my existence
But with a connection I could close one distance
I could focus on the day, learning wisdom and mortality
Knowing through it all I would give up universality

Though my choice was not easy, I made up my mind
To make two worlds collapse, and exist through mankind
So these words are for you, in eternal celebration
May we both forever more be free from isolation
Written by
Andy Criddle  Vancouver
(Vancouver)   
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