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The hands on the clock reflect nothing more than  a concept My hands aren’t meant to keep everything on a schedule My bones don’t bend like the rest The eye of the world doesn’t see its flaws With the light fading, As everything stills, I realized something. Maybe I wasn’t cut out for living But I know better than to give up. I don’t face danger head on, The use of my mind will get me by, Because I can’t be reckless, My life is on the line, And I play a fair game. So when my pawn becomes a king, and I obtain power, I will dominate in my field of life The flowers around will bloom, And the earth will course through our veins. For my casket will be bare until I decide I’m going to reside I will find a new place to call home in the meantime, But when I watch the moon fall, The tears will follow For I stand in my wake, Of a stream I have yet to experience.
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Nov 8, 2024
Nov 8, 2024 at 10:17 AM UTC
The Game of Life
The hands on the clock reflect nothing more than  a concept My hands aren’t meant to keep everything on a schedule My bones don’t bend like the rest The eye of the world doesn’t see its flaws With the light fading, As everything stills, I realized something. Maybe I wasn’t cut out for living But I know better than to give up. I don’t face danger head on, The use of my mind will get me by, Because I can’t be reckless, My life is on the line, And I play a fair game. So when my pawn becomes a king, and I obtain power, I will dominate in my field of life The flowers around will bloom, And the earth will course through our veins. For my casket will be bare until I decide I’m going to reside I will find a new place to call home in the meantime, But when I watch the moon fall, The tears will follow For I stand in my wake, Of a stream I have yet to experience.
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16/Rochester, NY
Nov 8, 2024
Nov 8, 2024 at 10:17 AM UTC
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