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I look to my left for contentment;

To my right for inspiration.

I have gone this far

On the sad promise that the path gets easier.


What I eat eats my intestines,

And what I ought to eat gives me appetite every morning.

Such is the cruelty of Life;

An obscene, yet functional balance.


Keep him dreaming!

I swear I have heard Life whisper this.

He leverages my beautiful imagination,

With my cursed will power.


Is it really my life then;

A life of hoping and waiting?

Or am I just an observer at best,

Just watching as Life lives me?