Jeryn Bean

people spend their wholes lives,
looking for happiness,
but they never find it,
and are never truly happy.
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They're all crowded around it,
staring at it like its not really there,
expecting it to all just be a dream.
the man inside is there, alone, and in darkness.
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We spend all our lives,
collecting things,
making money,
wasting what little time we have.
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It will destroy everything in its path,
no one can stop it,
no one can slow it.
it will reach you.
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The quite of spring.
oh so very peaceful.
tis the calm of life.
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One is silent, and predictable.
the other, is loud and random.
they are both feared, and more that the other.
what are they?
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he walks a lonely road,
one where he is always alone.
he is not scared,
fore its the only thing he's walked since the start,
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love, whether its a fleeting moment,
or a raging inferno,
it will control your life,
as if it was the only thing that matters.
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they stare at you endlessly,
you try to escape them,
but the follow you,
even when your alone, they stare.
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A quick flick of the wrist is all it takes,
then you sit there, watching it flow,
just like a river in spring,
it flows.
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Even though it may seem as though it will consume you...
you must not allow it too.
if you do, it will corrupt your soul,
filling your heart with blackness.
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It comes to us all...
age, gender, wealth, none of that matters.
it will find you.
there is no stopping it.
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The eye of the storm,
raging with turmoil and hate,
strikingly deadly.
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Why do people find death so scary?
why do people say that death is sad?
they stand there,
and spend their lives worrying about that,
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There is nothing but darkness,
all around as far as the eye can see.
nothing but the sound of your heart and fears.
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When it seems all is lost,
this is what you turn too,
it will pick you up from the dust,
and help you go on.
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Death.
it may be only a humble end,
but its one that will shame us all.
fore we all run and hide, as it draws near.
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As they drop the last shovel full,
he drops to his knees,
as he lays his soul to bare,
and cry's out to the heaven,
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This simple emotion can both corrupt, and save the soul,
it is a simple one to give, and simpler to receive.
it makes you do funny things,
things you'd never do before.
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He walks an endless road,
that has no stops,
that has no reverse,
that has no turns.
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