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What life is lead wondering how to lead your life A dictatorship of conscience taking over every resemblance of thought Living to learn while learning to live is how we spend our lives With sometimes a brief thought of learning to love When trust is broken for the first time we then spend time rethinking trust A shallow pestilence fills the walls of consiousness during the period of emptiness The true meaning comes to us right before we die so it is said, then whats the point of living? Choose wisely the steps you take... deviate not far from the path or destruction and chaos will permeate inside the walls you have built Suffocating

Yet we wander around this town endlessly, never knowing where we are going, or better yet where we will end up. Bitter thoughts of nameless figures ridicule us as we walk on the beaten path we have trodden so many times before. The sweet noise of accelorating cars are but a noise drowning out the music playing so loud on your headphones, a sort of faint distortion of the loud guitars and peircing drumming of your favorite band. Walking still, trying to find an intangable destination... still we walk. We walk along this walked on trail as we hope to find our way, only to lose hope and return to the life you have led for the last 17 years. Fro

Love him for him instead of him for she, she for him, him for it, it for… Life. No longer lived for love, set aside… Lived for the sake of a lived life. Live. No longer for self, set aside… Lived for the sake of $. Self, isn't bothered to be found, forgotten amidst the day to day routine. Routine, music to the ears ? or a misstruck string ? If contradiction is at my discretion through use of my "rights" Break Away, Break Away, Break Away Away from the routine Away from your ego Away from what you have become Off to what you want to be… Free Freedom ?!? Don't get me started You're used to being chained, locked and once overed my

Maybe Something ---------------------------------------------------------------- 2 in the morning and a pack of cigarettes later I still wonder the same thing i've been thinking endlessly about since early this morning, but I can't figure out what it is i'm thinking. Half and hour later still thinking about what it is i'm thinking of yet have only come to one conclusion, I need another pack of cigarettes. I sit awake too tired to sleep and too lost in thought to think, zoning out on endless rants with no outcome. Sitting here trying to type this poem still thinking about nothing and somehow finding a way to convey this nothing into somet