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The SnailThe SnailThis morning I saw a snailWhen I walked out my front doorI looked aroundA moments pauseAnd then I saw some more.They werent moving very fastActually, I was certain they were slowBut then I started thinkingIf a snail was going to rushWhere would it have to go?©~CNET
A side noteA side note
(I thought I found a purpose, when all it turned out to be, was make-work to keep me busy)You make things out to be what you want them to be.You saw it as a negative
a struggle.I saw it, for the most part, quite the opposite.There are far too many flaws in your logic that chip away at my pride.And too vast the knowing that prideShouldnt be a factor in thisIt is adverse and shouldnt, in this place, reside.Too many things I want to sayYet I know even if you wished to you couldnt hear,Not for what they wereNot for what they areNot in a form that is clear.But I see, I know.Wasted daysAll those wasted hoursWasted sentimentsAnd self-inflicted liesAmidst it all something diesAnd I find myself asking"What now that you realize there is no point? Now that you realize there never has been
Night WindNight WindShying lights on windy nightsEloquent silence all aroundSilent wind sweepingthe concrete groundTaking away my sorrow and fearsTelling methere is no need for my tears.Happy again I run and play,with the windall night until the dawn of day,Tiny stars go outand the sun begins to rise,The wind still plays,but, not the same wind which took tears from my eyes.No longer the wind of nightBut the wind of dayThe windthat carries lies and pushes me away.Night time windplease come once moreFind me here and knock on my door©~CNET