V - the story of: Prefix me.
Monday, February 04, 2008

« Prefix me. »

My shoulders are sagging
Yet pushing and struggling
Against the weight
Of a world
That doesn't stop.

Time is no healer,
Only the measure
By which I see;
And I reach out
For the far hope
Beyond patience
And growth - hope that was near
Eludes
As I close
My hand

and

I search and I search

I can not stop
I can not stop

There is no rest
There is no rest

Once you start,
It's one way
All the way.

To learn less of the pronoun
"I" and the being, "me",
To exchange with "you"
Or "him/her."

The bane of existence,
Or the ignition to new self?

I'm struggling in being...

...

There is no rest
There is no rest

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