The stone upon which I graze Rumbles under the strain of being asked to be what it cannot I’m so tired I can’t decide if I should be a man or a violet The many moods of a soul search Is like a record that skips with no audience Motion without progress with no end And in the repetition it fails to see what has become obvious The nature of man is as varied as the garden he tills And in the pursuit of his destiny he cannot remain an island For what can a man save if he laughs at all that God has made? Yet if he considers the varnish of anything but his own mind Then he has lost everything to mysteries of measured reason Without a feeling of unconscious consciousness And with substituted observed phenomena of movement all around He screams at the rock that erodes under his hopelessness It doesn’t feel good to be on your own There is no longer a day to ponder this kind of question But what man can lead and at the same time be in need? Only a man who can be passive and violent in the same expression You smile While the bullets of manhood are shot until the smoke vanishes You hurt While the petals of purple passion dreamscapes peel off the bandages You go While the past floods into the memory of a future that may never arrive You wonder While you see what carried you was not your greatness but God’s desire to keep you alive
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