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I read my part
I read my part but I forgot my lines
I thought I knew the way but the way was never there and nor was I
I saw the sign but it didn’t seem to matter anymore seeing as there was no destination
I took the gift but it wasn’t for me, maybe it was for someone else
I stayed silent to keep the peace, but all there was, was war and chaos
I left the volcano to simmer in vain, it is not as I left it
I sat and tried not to think but that was all I could do
I waited and waited, for something, for nothing, for anything
I thought I had left the fear but I lived inside it
I knew I had crossed the same path twice but never remembered it
I was grateful for the patch of grass but entirely nonchalant
I thought I needed the sleep but I was always awake...always
I sat and sat without ever sitting to realize or believe
I ran away but only ever got closer
I looked in the mirror and saw myself but that was never really me
I loved deeply but absent mindedly and never myself
I read my part but I forgot my lines, or maybe they forgot me
I thought I knew the way but the way was never there and nor was I
I saw the sign but it didn’t seem to matter anymore seeing as there was no destination
I took the gift but it wasn’t for me, maybe it was for someone else
I stayed silent to keep the peace, but all there was, was war and chaos
I left the volcano to simmer in vain, it is not as I left it
I sat and tried not to think but that was all I could do
I waited and waited, for something, for nothing, for anything
I thought I had left the fear but I lived inside it
I knew I had crossed the same path twice but never remembered it
I was grateful for the patch of grass but entirely nonchalant
I thought I needed the sleep but I was always awake...always
I sat and sat without ever sitting to realize or believe
I ran away but only ever got closer
I looked in the mirror and saw myself but that was never really me
I loved deeply but absent mindedly and never myself
I read my part but I forgot my lines, or maybe they forgot me
Published 13th Feb 2012
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13th Feb 2012 10:06am
Blessed are the forgetful: for they get the better even of their blunders. I love this write. I go thru this everyday. I will talk to myself then half the time I ignore myself. That, or I just don't pay attention.
