First there was darkness, and nothing was seen, Then there was light, and nothing matched, an empty territory, and along came builders, and built me a tower, a tower not so tall, a tower not so steady, a tower I wouldn't risk supporting myself upon, and it was green and grey and black and blue and every color man can make, and there are windows inside looking out, and theres a door in which enter the devout, through, they see what the fighting, and the laughing is all about, some people have a path that can be seen wihtout streetlamp, without mistake, I am still searching for what people are finding, there paths are straight, mine is still winding, look at the lights as they glow, so blinding, placing upon me the halo, its binding, look to the seas, and not to the breeze, for what remains constant is still none of these, to place value on that which does not exist, to set the table for wine, and the slap in the face, to think of whats at stake, and see nothing, to feel insulted, and aggressed without a cause. Assets come and go like the wind, but temporay's permanent face...., to be threatened and to seek justification, resonate, and seeing none, ends of winds, waving in the breeze, cut off by time, now "see how they run, like pigs from a gun" and if the aftermath is much better, why desicion makers but one, to ask for too much, but to make no request, to hope that this course of action is best. so tommorow ill probably feel guilty, but for now, to hell with it, ive got work to do.
Reason for writing:
darth vader breathing
Birth sign: Gemini
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