Been a long time since I posted anything, more over a poem. I know I've been song writting more then anything. But heres a poem for you. I had writters block the past couple of months, but this is one that just entered my head. Enjoy
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When they ask what you loved the most,
Tell them it was the memories.
An intricate mix of sorrow, happiness, and love.
A Bed, prepared to see a mans' soul rest upon a hilltop.
Ahhh the wonders of your own path, satisifed with nary a regret.
And when you dream of climbing a mountain high to smell
the riches of a blessed star
Remember...I am Life, and thus defined.
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This is about a man lying in his deathbed, remembering what made him the man he is laying before his following utopia. And the spirit of life is telling us that this is the point at which you are defined as a person before the ultimate dream.