young and free was all you could be
on a day, on a night when all was right
under heavy clouds, a suspended sea
rumbling, they release their might
little thought what night\'s end would be
insistence all life is black and white
freedom, fibonacci, spiraling
equations pushed forth, no end in sight
inward, but outward, conclusions begin
start at the mark, and forward you send
on a road that collides, a downward bend
nothing to stop you as life does decend
there\'s a story here, one of pain, one of woe
having to do with things that connect
entropy, destination, inevitable flow
living to die, unspoken intent
in all that you say, in all that you do
now is a journey walked solely by you
equations add up ... e-motions do too
\'a\' is a point on a broken map
solid, the glass, as your head goes through
taking just seconds that then fall back
remembrance is gone, the glass is too
all is now wrong as things go black
it happend in moments, no turning back
grave are the ways, of tears, no lack
hard are the days as they stack and they stack
time, she greets you, at the end of the track
forward through time, and outward you go
onward to pain, no memories to tow
right through the fingers, grasping for truth
what is the reason glass broke for you
anger and mourning and laughing off track
raging emotions you cannot control
done are the days you really want back
ending the person you used to know
quitting the world, blow after blow
under the wing as you look down below
astray is the realm to call you back home
to a stark grave where you\'ll lay all alone
in a dark time you would never condone
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under the stars, a bird flies alone
no ties to ground, nor things far above
longing for seasons and skies to roam
endless horizons, a free bird\'s true love
silence and darkness, his airy dark throne
silence and starkness, his world from above
young, is what you used to be
onward, gain velocity
underwing lay eternity
vain was your telemetry
and wrong was what seemed to be
truth, veiled in secrecy
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rain and torrents did bring you back down
endless curtains to billow around
xenial wet arms to enwrap you now
what was the dream, it felt so sound
how could youth find cold wet ground
on a night when life did abound
with broken soul and a withering cry
rain does its best to cover and hide
equals the chances of those who might die
cancels the chances of those to survive
kills all the the dances of sun in the sky
steals all the tears that fall from your eyes
youthful delusions fell free as you flew
on thermals of candor and whispers of life
under the clouds, you lost what you knew
tilling your grounds with fables and lies
illegit notions of so full of grace
leaving you void and unembraced
lain and so broken, end of an age
your days not over, no not just yet
only slick and repeatedly wet
unbound, unwound, your mindset
reaching for completed reset
new were thoughts to keep you alive
enter a needle up through your spine
check on pressures that make you die
knowing release of pain unkind
illusions of life, as they unwind
speeding momentum, now inclined
with hope and purpose, you see the flow
intent to find your upward road
towards the place you must return
home is your track, the past is now burned
illusions behind you, and forward you go
never again, that painful road
these are the thoughts of one to survive
narrowed and broken points on the map
ending the beginning at twenty five
bright were some days, others were traps
restless for freedom, eager to fly
in memories, there were still large gaps
caught in bricks of roads left behind
kinetic and tragic and part of the past
seated and forward, time does not rewind
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