Clutching pride-
the only way i know
Treason inside,
Keep it in? or let it flow?
world, around, i find it...
NOT
Laugh at it all, give it my
Last- shot.
Bear my soul for my "jewels"
Reconcile my path-always dual
Amber, Amethyst, Mercury, and Steel
All define my soul's will.
The sum of All divide by -
Four strange hears- A collective sigh
One for fate. Not always mine
One, too early, but look at him shine-
One too old, before her time-
And one too late, to be your sign.
Two generations, going on twenty
Each one a vital shred-
soul, self, power, ego- a'plenty
...
Not every man's lucky enough to watch their immortality unfold.
Surely, I am fortune's son.
12/8/2004
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