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What kind of a man am I That I am a mystery to myself? That I listen to every voice           of what I can           of what I should           but never what I want. What kind of a man am I That I thrive on interlacing kinship           but I myself am a knotted wreck? That I agree the multitudes surrounding,           and lie to the faces I most long to see? What kind of a man am I That I cannot win a simple game of chess           between what my heart feels           and what my mind knows Instead of conquering my board           upon which a winner is never announced           and peace will never be reached. What kind of a man am I That I have not been honest with the person           because I do not know the self. I alone must make the choice What kind of a man am I If I cannot decide?
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May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 11:49 PM UTC
The Wrong Choice
What kind of a man am I That I am a mystery to myself? That I listen to every voice           of what I can           of what I should           but never what I want. What kind of a man am I That I thrive on interlacing kinship           but I myself am a knotted wreck? That I agree the multitudes surrounding,           and lie to the faces I most long to see? What kind of a man am I That I cannot win a simple game of chess           between what my heart feels           and what my mind knows Instead of conquering my board           upon which a winner is never announced           and peace will never be reached. What kind of a man am I That I have not been honest with the person           because I do not know the self. I alone must make the choice What kind of a man am I If I cannot decide?
duncan-leugs
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May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 11:49 PM UTC
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