An eager tool enters the world
Eager for love, compassion, and care
Reaching for society’s embrace
Pushed back when it draws too near
Sharpened by mankind it searches nonetheless
Joins others in hopes that treasures may be found
Seeking in shadows what it yearns
Realizing the truth behind illusions burns
Rusting, cracking, breaking, no one comes near
No one lends a hand or even an ear
Untouched, untended the tool remolds
A dagger rises from the ashes and folds
Tarnished by hate the dagger prepares
Despair entombs the weakened soul
But one last hope remains unworn
The one who spoke sweet words of warmth
The dagger falters, only to steady again
Remembers that all betray and make no amends
Love and understanding was all pretend
The venom flowed from the other end
As the clock rings the final hour of night
The dagger strikes, the death blow is dealt
The body stumbles, reaching for the unattainable
It falls; blood, hopes, and dreams follow suit
Blackness creeps in, more sinister than night
No one is saved, and peace through darkness reigns
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Action requires a goal. Not just a dream but a solid goal. What is my goal? I'm a dreamer, not a schemer. Or vice versa. I scheme for short term... Dream for long term... Life. So simple yet our emotions play with our calculations. Self-thoughts self-thoughts self-doubts self-discovery self-inquiry. Too many things are hanging on the wire... Better be careful.... And the clock keeps ticking. The sun keeps going down. The moon keeps shining. The stars keep dying. Life keeps passing.
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