Monday, January 16, 2012


The world is a tricky fiend
Cruel, harsh, and extreme
Nothing as it seems
But I live by my means
Rule my own seams
Retain my own dreams
Establish the green
On the other side of the scene
Where there is not a gleam
Not a single beam
A hope, the tallest tree
Climbing for me
To satisfy He
And the plan none see
For I will be
The most complete
Man I can be

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