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I seek to come to know the Present by scrutiny, without perceiving myself to be, at least not here; not here where there's not a soul around, and where day surrounds me in sunlight clear: but the Future becomes born as I seek out the moment I have bound, where I am falling into the depths of Misery, which is and will be, inaccessible to your view on my paths overgrown. Yet o'er tears and reflections I see, reliving my tattered Tragedy within, as I trod the often traveled moments of my Past --my thoughts are trampled by my echoes therein. I seek to come to know the Present by inquiry, without realizing myself to be, tempered by stones and crags, in  the depths of Eternity: --but the light falters before bursting, scattering upon the Autumn morn, whereas I harvest my Sadness like a brooding reaper in Spring, as the Sorrow is again reborn. I seek to come to know the Present by reverie, without finding myself a being, thru the valleys enveloped in a column of light; and souls encircling me like ivy green, which severs me from a pain that died, and this time my Happiness is reborn; reborn out of the Gloom, and into the Light that bears my fond memories of yore.
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Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 2:38 PM UTC
I Seek To Come To Know
I seek to come to know the Present by scrutiny, without perceiving myself to be, at least not here; not here where there's not a soul around, and where day surrounds me in sunlight clear: but the Future becomes born as I seek out the moment I have bound, where I am falling into the depths of Misery, which is and will be, inaccessible to your view on my paths overgrown. Yet o'er tears and reflections I see, reliving my tattered Tragedy within, as I trod the often traveled moments of my Past --my thoughts are trampled by my echoes therein. I seek to come to know the Present by inquiry, without realizing myself to be, tempered by stones and crags, in  the depths of Eternity: --but the light falters before bursting, scattering upon the Autumn morn, whereas I harvest my Sadness like a brooding reaper in Spring, as the Sorrow is again reborn. I seek to come to know the Present by reverie, without finding myself a being, thru the valleys enveloped in a column of light; and souls encircling me like ivy green, which severs me from a pain that died, and this time my Happiness is reborn; reborn out of the Gloom, and into the Light that bears my fond memories of yore.
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Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 2:38 PM UTC
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