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When to return
She knows not.
She knows only
That she has been
Bred by society
To be scorned by society and
Spurned by everlasting
HOPE.
She no longer possesses
That which she feels with.
She no longer cares
Of what will become of her.
What was her heart is gone.
She cannot feel
Except grief.
For it is all she has been given
In her short life.
She feels the
END
Will be soon.
Yet she will have done nothing
Will have been nothing
Nothing but somebody
SHE
Has always hated.

Now
Stricken by fate
She
Is empty.
With words she feels
Printed tears on the page
In the book she once stole.
She
Now feels a darkness.
It is
sleep.
In it
Is an escape.
From her life
She runs.
Frightened by the future
Remembering the past
As she sweats away
All her sorrow
Secretly
Hoping to be noticed
So she can talk
Emotionally
With that she fears
That friend.

That which pretends
To be friendly
Is evil.
The thing once
Friendly
Is evil.
She
Lays back
Hoping to find darkness
Which brings relief.
It does not come.
The girl decides it
Is a waste.
So she seeks
The alternative.
The darkness of life.
SHE LIVES.
And content
With her
Life
The girl sleeps.

Did you ever give a poor man a ride?

And he returned the favor by telling the sun

that it was free and beautiful.

At once the world is brighter, the supernova

crashes that morrow will furnish us all.

Our well-being brought with it the master's

well-being tonight.

The night when being well meant all

was well in the world where we were

destined to coexist.

But coexisting without existing is

like an icecube without the ice.

There's no form.

No definition.

Be well, my friend.

Fulfill yourself of chosen din.

It certainly found you in a hurry,

Otherwise it wouldn't have left

like it did:

Bitterness and bees' nests which care.

Do you ever wonder why you're now

and not then?

You're both.

Isn't that great?

You're all you ever were

But not all you'll ever need.

Bring a lantern to light the tunnel

so you may be safe in it.

Nothing's worse than darkness.

Except maybe a lonely tunnel.

The shoes that are never worn

are still shoes

But never being worn has made them

feel worthless and lazy.

Not the old, comfortable friend

a pair of shoes should be.

So wear those shoes with pride

ye who have feet

And take comfort in the knowledge

that kindness towards the shoes

Is not unrewarded, for the shoes

are the ones who protect the feet.

Last night I kept wishing

that I'd wake up in your arms

and steal a kiss to start the day.

Maybe I'll wake, maybe I'll not.

But if I do, I hope it's with you

to absorb the light of dawn

and the beauty that I have come to know.

It's a long way back to where we started.

Not a long time though,

for all intents and purposes.

But then, who's keeping track?

Guess again about this man of nineteen.

Is it what you wanted?

Is it what I wanted?

Question = Answer

I wish I knew the question.

But that isn't all I wish for

tonight.

If I never

ever

severed

yet another lever,

I wouldn't know the story.

The one where we went out,

Then never went back in.

That's the one you'd always tell

When I didn't want to listen

To you.

Misspent lies give the impression

that I didn't know anything.

The thing is, I just wanted

for you to think that

about me.

So don't give a damn for me,

Argentina.

Instead, shoot down my ideas

like you shot down the ducks

at the pond.

The one by my house.

The place I love.

While it rather is true about the girl

you saw in the doorway,

that she is one of the chosen;

It is totally false that she

bears the scars of evil.

That is just plain ignorant, you fool!

Listen to the earth for the answer...

There is obviously a greater force at work.

The heart is made to grow fodder.

'Tis absence makes it so.

Would I were there?

But how would he feel

Were it you and not me?

I noticed the door,

unopened yet not.

It's where my dreams began

and my whole world, too.

I am the dragon

and you are the dog.

Have we met before?

That's not really

how it is, though...

Maybe in a past life.

A trip for one

this deja vu,

Yes, I think so, too.

I travel far

and bring back you.

Good to see you.

You're worth anything

I can give.

So what are you waiting for?

Out of our way

you little non-truck,

You have no right

sharing the road with us.

You are going too slow

on the way to the monster truck show.

If we have to, we will pass you

on the double yellow.