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    Shepherd  Nova Life 2  Betrayed  Time and Being  Existentialist or Bust  Nightmares

     

              Shepherd

              Silently in the night they lurk
              Searching for easy prey
              Spying a likely victim, they pounce
              Success however - not today

               

              Nova Life 2

              As I travel hard and fast
              Exhilarated and euphoric
              I easily forget the danger of my position
              And how easily it could all end

               

              Betrayed

              How often through the years I gave
              And how rarely I did receive
              I have come to expect this from him
              Yet never had I realized
              The true depth of this injustice
              To be forgotten at such a level
              Brings me to question our "friendship"
              No one-way street goes on forever
              And I find myself nearing the end

               

              Time and Being

              Time is the only true limit to our being
              The one factor we can never control
              As such it is the most ignored
              And accepted for its inevitability

              Those who do not accept this
              And seek to challenge the immutable
              Do so at their peril
              For time spent on this quest
              Is surely time better spent jut being

               

              Existentialist or Bust

              We can take control of our own lives
              And mould them around our dreams and ambitions
              Yet I, as others, simply do not
              Preferring instead the east option
              Drifting along the current drags us
              From white to calm, I worry not

              Though contented in my approach
              I often feel
              The pull of ambition, of desire true
              But quickly this evades me
              As my current veers towards the gentlest descent

              This realization haunts me, but
              I find myself trapped in a chasm
              With little glimmer of escape
              The question is "Have I the strength,
              The strength of character to truly be"
              The answer I fear is "no"

               

              Nightmares

              Teeth
              Their looseness haunts me
              Invading continually the sanctity of my dreams
              Fingers
              They snap off too easily
              Leaving behind a void of white

              These visions I suffer
              Are all too easily explained
              The paranoia of youth
              Remains forever still

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