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Of that I am Of that I am a polarity of inner mode. Forces of an inward state seduce and taunt my wit. Where is the sustenance of my dreams the communion with my beliefs? One mind, one body, one spirit- struggling just to cope discerning myth from reality. A host of apparitions staking claim to residue of my worn sagacity. All hope yielding vain assumptions of yesterday's intentions. Preceptions of the future remain prisoners of tomorrow's greed. Voices from within cheer me onward a pat on the back, a boost to my ego. Those same voices ridicule, scoff and criticize at each and every failed attempt. Efforts to abstain from those things I do show no evidence. I continue to do the things I choose not. Where lies the answers to those things I would? Drained of all emotion...my next step this friction leaves me spent. Mental trivial of mere discernment depletes all reserves. With the morning I'll press onward toward the mark, of that I am. |
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