my life why

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my life why

My Life Why
Past moments of decent days
Lost memories put on permanent hold
Continually finding no other way
Holding the crease from trying to fold
Sensibility is my justification
Still no sense has come from it
Finding whats right in the translation
Piecing the puzzle until it fits
Though i'm scared, i'll never run
Pinned against the wall I've always been
Back to reality firing like a gun
The end of a race, I couldn't begin
Vincent Joseph Caiazzo

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The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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