A very personal poem, a lyrical composition of current situations, past experiences, and a gereral outlook on life.

These things are a part of me
in blood and ink

A wise man told me
that he was going to die

He never said that it would be fine
but, he did say he was going to die

When things happen
they do so without form

But that in itself
is a form

I am not a Advocate
I just find solace in this

Nothing to Everything
its all the same

But don't be trodden, no,

For when your dark
and all the light seems to fade

its all the same

The End

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