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The Wisdom of Pain

most unorthodox
my ways
too often
fence-drifting
through ever present
worldy haze
obscuring
subtle borders `tween
self-accepting revel
and �
stark awareness
of an outsider's �
disgrace
�
ever since �
born again release
into societal disease
and paper responsibilities
lacking sufficient greed
I dangle �
and dwindle
just barely keeping pace
in this shameful game
Ive never quite accepted
yet its a tad too late
to have that �
rebirth contracepted �
�
I was nurtured
perhaps TOO lovingly
early stages �
so joyful and smooth
not enough turbulence
to trigger mechanism �
that cries
"Fuck You, �
I`m making my own way
independantly."
and so �
THEIR well-meaning course
I stayed
�
from downbeat
its been a diminuendo
so painfully slow
it took me decades
to notice
Ive got little to show
marathonically limping
amongst those
who naturally bought in
to a prefab system
none have chosen
effortlessly adapting
from analogue
through digital winds
�
though cosmically aware
its as if Im pinned
unknowingly framed
by Creators
bubbling me off
from the wisdom
of pain
leaving me disabled
naively feeble
in material world ways
and though it seems �
as if I`m passing the buck
believe me,
I know
Ive only myself
to blame