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Labyrinth
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Love These shining caps all in a row
Quite ugly in thier shape...
But mastered, can be beautiful
Molded text - electric slate
The ugly creases in my head
The branches of my mind
The tangled twigs all tangled up
But tree of life if un-intwined
The quilt still there...
It always is
And never will it leave!
But fade some squares, and wear some holes
Perhaps.
And loosen at the seams.
And what of darkness?
And of light?
From low to high - the mountains might.
The snow stirred up is snow yet still...
And hidden in are gems...
My pill, my drug, my golden gleam
The happiness, this high I glean
Is worth the woes - the mental scars
For God will guide me with the stars
I'm not alone to navigate
The the mess that my mind fabricates
For He will see me to the end
And She my everlasting friend
