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None at All
You will watch,
From your throne, high up in the
starless
sky,
And see numbers slowly, one by one,
Count down to your
own,
There is no guilt here.
You will go,
as you please, come as you please, walk,
where
you wish, and
Say what you want,
Yet, return everytime, you
must,
To this place of naught and nothings,
Because you haven't
a choice
There is no regret here.
You will ride the wind,
Almost like were you born as
one
with the gusts of such air,
Calling out words to those whom
are,
to be tricked by such
Lies,
There is no freedom here.
You will continue to,
Coldly conduct your experiments,
For
the sake of doing something you,
still recognize, still
know,
Because that is the only way,
to partly ensure you're
still existing, here, and not,
think in such a place,
There is
no hope here.
You will do what you do,
Watch and not,
Speak, is this
right?
If result is there no longer, you may ask,
You might
ask,
What must be done then?
There is no justice here.
You will question,
Everything now is worthy of a
question or
two, or perhaps,
more even,
Puzzle your path through, scheme
you way,
around with second thoughts, you are
second-guessing,
There is no answer here.
You will fall to your kness,
At the edge of a lake where the
ground
is licked by the clear water,
And there shall you see,
diviner, a reflection,
of the moon in the middle, and,
When you
turn to the sky you find no such thing,
There is no light here.
You will chase after,
what you like to think of as your
heart,
Not the lost and gone for now one, but
A new one,
And
you shall do everything, anything you
can to get it back, and you
believe
There is no wishing here.
You will sit,
Gazing into the far off distance, smiling
At
the stretch of black sky,
And, instrument at hand,
Be reminded
of the pleasant things that
once filled the now empty place
almost
painfully, almost feelingly, almost heartily,
There is no soul
here.
You will risk nothing,
because that is all you have to
lose,
and perhaps, only that to win,
At the back of your mind
you hear,
A soft repititve sound,
tick tock tick tock
Time
is running out,
There is no victory here.
You will lead,
half of six and an additional one to death,
And
call your own over,
What are your reasons, nobody
might
ask,
They don't know,
There is no loyalty here.
You will follow another,
Because you wish to and that
is
more than reason enough,
Enjoy the little charade being played
out,
before you while you can because,
Soon it will all end,
and you will fight,
And you will lose,
There is no return here.
You will leave,
To find your Other half,
thinking only of
yourself which
is probably for the best,
And you will meet the
one you have been
looking for,
With the help of,
someone you
know,
someone you once knew,
Two halves put together,
equals
to one,
And that is that,
There is no emptiness here any
longer.
But for all others,
nobody is still nothing, almost,
and
nothing is really,
no thing at all.
End
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