Holy Man Poems

The door opens.
I have a chance to take a leap of faith, to see if I can love again.
I jump. I fall. I die.
The door opens.
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Life is like a broken record.
You do the same things all day, everyday, until you die.
Same food, same people, same routine.
I one day hope to take that record off the player,
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As I walk down the street, I see humans.
Insignificant, puny, worthless drones.
Bundling through everyday life.
Never changing. Never altering from the course.
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