Finding Cadence

February 27, 2009
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I've lost my life rhythm
Every thing thrown out of place.
Nothing as it should be,
Its my fault I've lost my pace.

When faking for so long
Nothing is as I remember
The real seems so strange.
The real isn't much better.

By comparison the real seems bleak
The fake holds much more that is happy.
In the fake, what is sensitive is held discrete.
But in the real it is yelled in the streets.

I don't like the real, but that's just it.
Its real, and the fake is only that; fake.
Nothing can come of the fake but the real
It has potential that is great.

My heart seeks its rhythm
Its own beat to compose a symphony
An original piece of art
Conducted with utmost mastery.

Learning a new step to life
Trying to change what is fake
Time to change the way you see me
Because this strange pace I can no longer take.

Finding new Cadence
After so long of fake
This is not my want
But for it I can not wait!





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