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If I ventured every journey

And I lived every life.

If I heard

every story

and song,

In the early years of my life:



What would become of me

and my story?

How would I write my song?

Could I discover my own journey

for others to tag along?



So Now I lay down my licks

of Solomness

And pound through thoughts of Rage

Reading,

Writing memories,

On every Confining page.



Thoughts and dreams creating

New life

In my own mind.

But The Bridge I cross keeps growing

As I leave the past behind.

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'Now' is unfinished.

Yet, it

may be the end.

But my thoughts and words

Pretend-



What my thoughts and words pretend;

This is what I need answered.

But the bridge collapsed long ago.



And with nothing beneath my feet,

As the clouds fall unto me,



Now, I am blind of where to go.



Once again, I pull out those Pages

And I burn them with my soul

I scream

And I sing My story through the fog.

While Drooling thoughts of long ago.

My mind still clouded But my heart can see

The path I need to follow--