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Wistful and wandering
I look left
Then right
The bell tolls noon

Why am I left out in the cold?
Is the answer attainable?
Am I of a seperate conciousness?

Time passes
moving becomes a labour
seeing a difficulty
The effort to breathe fills my mind
Then darkness

I see the little green man
run man run
chasing down the lane
Deafening silence ensues
The pursuit draws to a close

if only
I
could do
it
catch the little green man

All my woes to dust
would be
As water to steam
So shall I transcend my being

Look North
to the North
The road is long
The bounty much

see it
the reckless selfishness
Drives me to my goal
relentlessly striving for the end

what of the little green man?
He wept so
As day turns to night
so he is forfeit
An empty vessel of pointlessness

Intent governs perception?
The prosperity grows
Fly lance fly
The lance of love flies straight
and true

Can I brach you soul?
Is there room for two?
Does the lance fly?
Carry me down to rest
Forever with myself
'til the dawn of my desire...