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The Madman, "Yes, three days, three centuries, three aeons. Strange they would always weigh and measure. It is always a sundial and a pair of scales."

Tuesday, October 26, 2010


You think life would be so much better
If you were dealt a winning hand,
If you could walk across mighty oceans,
If you could lead your own band,
If you had wings of lightning,
If you could build real castles out of sand.

But now you sit and waste yourself,
Your tears fill up your idle time,
You hardly ever use your colors,
All you paint is black and white.

Free-falling into outer-space,
I clutched myself with both my hands,
Sitting up straight, pausing the stupidity,
I shed all the worms covering me.
My hands deserve holding an honest spade
Rather than a sickly razor blade.
Diamonds are born in a coal mine maybe awfully clichéd,
But you know we can shine on forever
If only we can think this way…

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