Friday, May 20, 2005

Initialtive (p)

I am not the sum total of what others make me to be;
they see what they want to see.
Let us not mistake this life
for a break
from death,
for that would be
[for you and me]
the end.
Only ever losing,
we walk away
from the choosing
and in choosing the losing
something is lost.
Very likely we will end in this world alone.
Even in each other's arms, death is lonely.
Yes, there is a chance, many in life.
Overlooked often, only outcome one.
Under the rocks, over the treetops; we search throughout this world,
for someone with whom we can share our pain.

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