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AnticipationEphemeral in my mind, yet wholly eternal,
my conscience is bound to a body of dust.
My eternity is only the years I have yet to live
and when I finally turn a corner and find the end of this maze
I will cease to wonder.
And yet as I walk, I think not of the terminal,
and I lean into the turns with too much trust.
My vice is that I throw myself without direction,
without foresight and without a clue as to my heart's whims;
it is torn asunder.
But my vice is my disorder, is my motive.
My trust, my faith, my gliding is my love.
The crack of dawn brings splendor so emotive,
I cant help but feel a push will come to shove.
To You, Who Will Never Read This,I hope the that damage you know that you caused
is only before you when you close your eyes.
And I hope that the next time you bare out your claws
it's before someone crueler who's not so unwise.
I hope your arms will pine and ache
your eyes will burn from your mistakes,
and when the wool is pulled away
you'll see that you've been led astray.
You will fall without being rescued.
You will break without a tinkerer.
You will only realize your faults when you are hurt again,
and the hearts you abandoned will be beyond your ken.
I will wander without running askew.
I will mend without a hinderer.
I will live for tomorrow until today is worth savoring,
and the candles I light as I walk will guide me.
I will look back and see my path.
I will hate you without wrath.
You will never see my pain.
Only the Life I had to gain.
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