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young men full of problems and poetry walk quietly alone,
the rare gems of the mind sitting waiting to escape,
they sit contemplating the demise of nothing at home,
they pray quietly by candles for the strength to hesitate,
the poets speak in metaphors,similes, and questions,

you see like...

the whole time Icarus flew toward the sun he was looking at it,
whats the irony in that?

long and enduring but everything has one end;my patience,
complacent, when asked but, ask thrice and my reply may change,
strange and hectic,neglected and hard to swallow;my thoughts,
distraught,my mind aligns itself with the reigning rays of fallen angels,
tangled in my own wrong and right,what the hell happened to my innocence and insight?
these thoughts that run me crazy...(in no paticular order)

what time do i have to be at work?what time do i have to be at school?i have a test? what do i need to do at work? is my mom okay? is my dad okay? wheres my girlfriend ?is she okay? where'd i leave off in this book? wasn't i reading that book first? to be or no to be? is the proletariat ever going to remove the capitalist shoe from its neck? are black people going to gain something good soon? why is that man looking at me?why is that woman looking at me? is she looking at me? why was she looking at me? are those people okay?is that family okay?she looked at me right? does my car need an oil change? how much gas is in my car? whens the last time i wrote?i wonder what my girlfriends doing?i wonder what shes thinking?have i meditated this week? i havent been doing enough lately have I? is everyone in my family okay? are all my friends okay?do i need a haircut?how do i look?whats today? ......stop

thinking for a minute just to regain some consciousness about who you are yourself,
when was the last time you looked inside to feed your soul some wealth ,
sit down young boy and fall on your face then pray,
your mother looks at you worried everyday,
your 19 and you pity all but your own mind and body,
hardly any time to remember your innocence...
when you gave it all away you thought you wouldn't remember it..

vultures flying round my brain like birds in bugs bunny cartoons,
waiting to feed on the remains of some bit of composure,
i think if i just take the time to stop and think about ME soon,
then half of this could come to some closure...

you walk in circles that are really squares,
youll walk over here just to get there,
you have no need for direction,
look at new imperfections for progression...