In the picture of life, where do I stand?
Over by the workers,
scrapping daily,
just to make it though each day.
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Movie reels spin
passing over a river of smoke
moment fall into a day
Illusions sweeten dry time
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yesterday the little dipper overflowed
orion's belt melted into the sun,
a secret was told as altas dropped the earth
Today a dreamer saw a stranger in the mirror
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living tomorrow today is forgotten
climbing a stairway to heaven
each step farther from the last
a spirit cries to be free as others
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The sky cries to water the earth
A mother dies giving birth
Life chases it's tail called death
The baby takes his first breath
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Once, I was someone people enjoyed,
didnt lie
brought the light to others,
But look at me now
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ever wake up and your body feels new,
head is cleared of the negitive and filled with the positive,
the dark corners of your room don't appear gloomy?
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a poem should write itself
it comes from soul bound emotions
pulling and tugging
then stapling them down word by word
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