Just There

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    Just There

    I look at the days
    Through a misty haze
    There's fog all around me
    It's a wall I can't break

    It's not a matter of strength
    It's a matter of will
    And what I've interpreted from craze
    Is that it just goes uphill

    Now, I'm clutching my head
    I'm begging, begging
    I listen to what's heard,
    not what is said

    I stare at the weeks
    As they pass through my fingers
    but, no, I can't weep
    I'll crush what's left in ashes

    So, I stick to myself, my will
    Who is nothing at all
    But just a moving figure
    Living, breathing, just lingering

    Wiping away, tearing away
    Any feelings you might still savor
    But every day, like every day
    Is just another labor


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    BlackButterfly1 commented on Just There

    04-30-2011

    It's not a matter of strength It's a matter of will And what I've interpreted from craze Is that it just goes uphill... this is true! I listen to what's heard, not what is said... we often do. Great choice of words!

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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