Ethan Wilson Poems

The Road is a long one
When those who you love leave
But rest not for there is more to come
Keep pushing through this dark night you will see
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Dedication is not a gift but a discipline
One that many wished they had control but the know not
Dedication owns us like a man has his sin
One vice controls a man's entire life if he he is lost
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You say I am arrogant
And yet your mind isn't set
I have a lot of history
And memories I will not forget
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Just because the mask has changed
Does not mean that the man has
Just because the night is long
Does not mean the day won't come
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We will be gods you say
But I do not want to be a God
We will be perfect you exclaim
But no one is perfect
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When they send us to hell
For destroying this damned world
When they send us
We will crumble hell to dust
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He who dies in a golden coffin
Has lived their life with a soften
A soften heart and a soften mind
Was not adventourous and fell with time
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What is left when our words are exhausted from our mouths?
What do we have when our actions go from north to south?
Will we be humans with organs or robots with calculating minds?
Will we be able to breathe fresh air or survive on a sigh?
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We lay there in bed last night
By the shadows of glowing candlelight
You wore a summer dress and singlet
We kissed with a passion and I moved the ringlet
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They where suits and walk down the street
They buy the morning paper and play political games
They act just like you and me
And they are at the top, basking in financial fame
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