Choice.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
I always have a certain love for an original anything. Something untouched after leaving a writer's pen.

Submitted: April 24, 2007

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The beauty of humanity is of course choice
When I die I will look back and rejoice
Life is what I made it regardless of sin
I've made my deathbed to lie in with reason.

Enlighten me
You're as knowledgable as one can be
Define the truths we seldom see
Relax your choke hold, let me breathe free.

Effects and cause
Reflects the laws
Denial of my numerous flaws
Redial the number until my fingers are raw.

Looking clearly at life, and not just my own
I may always be afraid of the unknown
But to me you have shown
The reasons for the life I live alone.

It's all in the cards but I have no full deck
With no one to speak to I must just reflect
Introverted psychology regains my respect
As I wander through life with thoughts to collect.

I have been lost inside myself for days
Squinting carefully to see through the haze
Of cluttered thoughts and past lived days
With no recollection of another way.
The beauty of humanity is of course choice
When I die I will look back and rejoice
Life is what I made it regardless of sin
I've made my deathbed to lie in with reason.
Long after fun and youthful thrills
I lie silent and still
Dependence upon sugar pills
Humanity is nothing without will.
Dwelling upon memories of the past
Before carefully removing my head from my ass
Nothing in this life is meant to last
But at least I can still write poetry sarcastic and crass.


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