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Wrist of Life

From Vatican to Venice
Discovering every crevice
Gusts of wind hit my face
Sloping down the Danube
Trudging the Alps few
An unknown force pulls me through
Crossing virgin hills
Talking to little known streams
Everyone has a story to scream
Must I walk? Must I sweat?
To reach where my heart feels wet?
Striving without focus
Moving my limbs
When pain is pleasure
And everything else ceases to matter
Depravation hits
Bring with it satisfaction
A fulfilled cause
Formed from all fractions
Should I exist?
In this baneful truth
Where no difference lies
In couth uncouth
Strings act in matrix symphonies
Words hit from time chiselled phonies
Fractured dreams
Long breathed heaves

I can't but exist...
Coz life runs that watch on its tight held wrist.

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  1. Ire18 January, 2009

    "I can't but exist...
    Coz life runs that watch on its tight held wrist."

    How very true!

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