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Can this be right? Turning pages, Approaching

ages of Levites, mind of the days

I was knee height. We might grow

but we never forget or set aside

our mind in past times, and I've never

forgotten mine. How can I find, the future in

the present as I discard the present of the past

leave its last vestiges as presents. Lessons learned

in memories leaned upon heavily, but damn, sometimes

the guilt can get at me. It's all good, rather keep the G

and only remember the V at least that's how I C this

to B. We could leave it all but it would fall the leaks

within us all. Let's call it a score, as I reach a score,

yet I wonder what all this is for. I'm more than my doubts

say, probably less than my thoughts, so I wonder what

this means I've got. I'm not to rot, in my grave without

a little change made, in any way, hey, too much? I hope not.

Because I know not what this future holds, for it has not

yet been foretold. I seek to gain wisdom with age contributions

to my mind's page, as I engage my words against the rhythms

of life, if I have insight may I keep my values in sight. With my

third eye open I look on, the future, it dawns, may we applaud

the man who seeks to do good and succeeds, or, for since we

are judged for the fruits of our deeds, a man who seeks evil

fails miserably and sees the world improve to the millionth

degree. For he has made great, and as a result improvements

create themselves as a response to him, the perverse creator,

worldly savior, through engaging in his worst behavior. So maybe

I should snort coke and fuck dimes, babes and lines all the time,

pleasing body and mind, driving me to leave my worries behind.

Is that what I find? Or is it all a lie of mine?