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Existing
By: MarcPaperScissor
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I have begun to see my true self
when I am all alone
Through my skin, through skull, through the marrow
of my bone
And I open up my eyes in a whole new manner
Without an image or a picture, or self serving banner
I exist, and existing bares no time
Until my existing ends with a line
A line that was drawn by society's wake
Which makes my thoughts absurd and fake
Like I’ve grown up on a movie or walked upon
a stage
Then ask to play the leading role and locked up in
a cage
Until I am forced to deal with time
To deal with death
To deal with crime
To deal with hurt
To deal with pain
To deal with hate
To deal with fame
I strive to regain what I owned as a child
When my mind became the trees, out behind the wild
Then my mind jumped from those trees and paved a new
way
Creating this product I am selling today
I am a product of the present
I am product of my me
I am a product of the world I live
And everything I see
So I must deal with life
While it’s all around
Until I regain my innocence
By entering the ground
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