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It's frustrating when myself is never to be found. When I look so diligently and my passions make the slightest intonation I look in obsessions that I call a benefit I enshrine myself alive I submerge my passions I am underground I am drowning above expectations I am everywhere when I am alone and when I am alone I am everywhere Or atleast that is how the antithesis goes Frankly, I must be lost. What had found me before has fled to hide And the doors that have opened have had broken hinges for far too long What doors that have closed I wish to nudge open once more but only for a moment. Driven by a mad curiousity; anxious. With a moment I will come and go with a moment I will remember and with a moment I will forget and let it be. I am blinded by what I see too often What I never see I wish to leave as is It should not be with me it should be finding where it belongs I will recapture myself gloriously I will dig myself out of my own life I will put this shovel to the heal these glory days Nothing is reborn, but transformed. What was old is never new and what was said and done will never rise up unless given a shovel.
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Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 5:11 PM UTC
Ol' Glory Days
It's frustrating when myself is never to be found. When I look so diligently and my passions make the slightest intonation I look in obsessions that I call a benefit I enshrine myself alive I submerge my passions I am underground I am drowning above expectations I am everywhere when I am alone and when I am alone I am everywhere Or atleast that is how the antithesis goes Frankly, I must be lost. What had found me before has fled to hide And the doors that have opened have had broken hinges for far too long What doors that have closed I wish to nudge open once more but only for a moment. Driven by a mad curiousity; anxious. With a moment I will come and go with a moment I will remember and with a moment I will forget and let it be. I am blinded by what I see too often What I never see I wish to leave as is It should not be with me it should be finding where it belongs I will recapture myself gloriously I will dig myself out of my own life I will put this shovel to the heal these glory days Nothing is reborn, but transformed. What was old is never new and what was said and done will never rise up unless given a shovel.
#mental#conflict#rebirth#overcoming#ambivalence
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Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 5:11 PM UTC
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