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Your eyes are different than mine.

They Glow a greedy Green.
Like the world, the one you see-

Very differently than me…

I see the world as what it could be,

Rather than what is it…
I tend to care more about yesterday,

Than I do today…
Wars of a hundred years ago fascinate me more,

Than the wars of the present…
And I’d rather fight for tomorrow‘s dreamers,

Instead of surviving today…
I trust the words on a page,

More than I trust my own intellect.
I am a ignorant fool who believes in her own worthlessness..

And I need to stop using the word “I.”


I need to focus on the little details

Of a Small picture…
Rather than the general idea

Of a gargantuan mural…

This is our only similarity.

But soon this will be gone.

Soon this will be…

Absolute Chaos.

Pure Inanity.
Possible Insanity.

Acute Rambling.
A Maniacal Laugh.

A slow revelation…
Building anticipation…

And Still…

Could it be? Creation?

“Now! Now! Now!” Your green eyes cry.

No. A Sharp Decline.


“Lies! Again, Try!”


And still…

I don’t even know who I am,

So tell me,
How could do you see,

And Know,
What I am meant to be?

When I have so much to Say!

About Life and Love and Death and…

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