Untitled to Change
I find myself changed,Not by days atop days, But from the days still unrendered.Under the scabs of Earth lies Evil That hates us for our blood.And I only shudder as it tries to take it from us.And I hate how today bleeds streams of truth,Dismantling my ignorance and handing me logic.Ans such a tool of old age, logic can be.Chipping at things that my youth could have shattered,Condensing the scope of my once infinite vision.So now, unwillingly shed of my treausred blindness,I find change among faces. Change among voices. Change among the life That we secretly build.But my fear doesn't lie there. My fear incubates in the change that will take me.So not the best I've written. But I've got a boring job. And when you have a boring job, (you know who you are) your mind goes places. Written October 16th, 2001 © on Oct 16 2001 10:08 AM PST 0 • 10
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"I find myself changed,Not by days atop days, But from the days still unrendered.Under the scabs of Earth lies Evil That hates us for our blood.And I only shudder as it tries to take it from us.And I hate how today bleeds streams of truth,Dismantling my ignorance and handing me logic.Ans such a tool of old age, logic can be.Chipping at things that my youth could have shattered,Condensing the scope of my once infinite vision.So now, unwillingly shed of my treausred blindness,I find change among faces. Change among voices. Change among the life That we secretly build.But my fear doesn't lie there. My fear incubates in the change that will take me.So not the best I've written. But I've got a boring job. And when you have a boring job, (you know who you are) your mind goes places...."