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RECORDS: 20
LATEST RECORD: over 1 year ago
JOINED: July 25, 2010
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RECORDS: 20
LATEST RECORD: over 1 year ago
JOINED: July 25, 2010
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Lost amid the endless trees, Each standing in a formal maze, Walk I – alone – my mind gone free Recalling not even recent daze. And They think They know my whereabouts, My mind – to Them – an open book Openly spoken, allowed to sneak out To visit a brother They’ll never unhook. They pulled. They pried. Shook lose the grip Of work a decade had applied. Now even Atropos could not snip The thread of our companionship. And after our usual ritual Dumbstruck – he remembered he had to go. His train of thought, habitual, Projected mine eyes to times long ago. When we were free To do as we pleased – We came, We left, We stopped. Chronically setting the stars ablaze. He had his dreams As I had mine. But in the middle were they always inclined. Lost amid the endless trees, The clouds parted on new light. As knowledge is an entity To which only a few have the right. Of each man’s sight; another plane, A dimension, parallel to our own. Yet knowledge, the key that one must gain To join the bubble they have sown. It’s just like Them, Their bubble skewed. A perfect child They think They’ve brewed. They laze about Their homely home Forgetting their child Has grown wings and flown. |
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