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did i make it all up

inside my head, again?

did i write my own book 

instead of following

the greater plan?

should i have walked

towards the future?

heaven knows, i ran.

destiny plays her tricks

on me. i want to believe

my mind perceives

reality as it is.

disenchanted with

the actuality of existence.

jaded from years spent

translating life

into something my soul

could comprehend.

and it's still hard

to understand

just what it all means.

but i'll wait for the breeze 

to push me along

and i'll stand in the storm

to become strong.

i'll stay in the garden

and eat from the tree of life.

maybe then i would have

enough time.