

TurnFeel the sweat bead on my brow I am the one that works the plow.Turn
Hear the pain in my raspy voice know that I am yelling the choice.
See the fear in my ancient eye wipe the tears when last I cry.
Touch heat flowing through veins burn away guilt and open to change.


ProcrastinateI see it has fallen into someone else's hands yet again.Procrastinate
I can't supply the required accommodations in due time. I turn my back and someone else takes my place.
Maybe I know everything's better this way. Maybe I can't bare to face myself and possible failure, so I'll just keep letting things slip out of my grasp.
Too tired to fight, I'll slump into a front row seat, unable to fully break myself away from the scene. I long to be like the natural ones, like my peers.
The standing ovation will never be for me. I doubt very much if it ever could have been. I'l


finalityThe last blip before the flatline The final second in day's time The second joker in the deckfinality
The tire screech before the wreck
Where do we go from here from the edge of possibility Wander into the darkness with the hint of transparency
The final life flash before death The drowner's last watery breath The circus tents all torn down The six foot hole in the ground
Where did you go from here Imaginations running freely Sharpest blades cutting close Red wine ever flowing freely.
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"Life handed us a paycheck, we said 'We worked harder than this!'"
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PENCIL UP AND DRAW
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We only see starlight because all the stars are bleeding.
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PENCIL UP AND DRAW
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Every good painter paints what he is -Jackson Pollock
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"Life handed us a paycheck, we said 'We worked harder than this!'"
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