The Play

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When time has passed and I am worn
Upon this wrinkled brow is borne
Of conquests long since forgotten
And treasures won, spent, and begotten

Cracking knees speak of prayers spoken
In times of need and a soul so broken
Upon this back, life’s burden was laid
And with every breath a debt was repaid

And finally as I lay me down to sleep
I know that nothing was meant to keep
A world, a stage, upon which we play
Another act will begin as we fade away

 

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Virus

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I am this virus I will not spread
Of wild abandon living in my head

I am the secret inside of dreams
The memories that make you scream

I am insanity you fear and dread
Without reason you chose instead

I am the voice, visions you have seen
The thoughts, that of what has been

I am, I am, I am, and I am in your head
Because I love before life’s dread

I am only this and have never been
And I am the one on which you lean.

Stoic.

 

 

Paths

 

Until my last breath
My last gasp
I will be here
Trying to explain

The simplicity
We have lost
In the mêlée
We maintain

And to say Adieu
As I go from here
I will shed no tear
As I will see you soon.

 

Stoic & Buddhist