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I sit beneath the tree and gaze at the sweet cherry blossoms that cover the floor,
Then I slant my hat over my eyes and take comfort in the solitude,
The pure bliss of silence and a soft spring breeze blowing through the air like a lost cloud,
Trying to find its way through oblivion.

As my head drops slowly to my shoulder I think of how my life would be had I stuck to my 
old ways,
A disappointment to everyone, slouched out in a cardboard box down the back of some 
stinking ally,
To drunk to give a damn, down to my last swallow and headed straight for Hell,
And I’m grateful that there was someone out in the world willing to give me a second chance,
And I think how happy my life is now because of her.

All my friends drift through my mind, the good ones, and bad one’s and the old one’s,
Then try as I might I just can’t figure out what they see in me, why would anyone want me 
as a friend?
I’m nothing special, I have no “real” talents, I’m not “hard”, I don’t drink, smoke or take 
drugs,
I even have a lame sense of humour, also a bit warped in the head but still,
Then I start to laugh at myself, I’m certainly not normal… ok define normal, but I mean in 
the common sense, maybe they like me because of that? Whatever the reasons maybe, I’m 
glad they chose me,
After all, you are your friends.

I ponder on questions that I feel need to be answered, like why is it if you go out on the 
street and kill a lode of people you’re a mass murderer BUT if you join the army and kill a 
lode of the “Enemy” you’re a war “hero“? Or would Jesus ever accept the antichrist as his 
brother? Does the all Seeing Eye ever get any sleep? And am I the only one who thinks that 
the Devil is just God’s angry side?
Maybe these are just the ramblings of a twisted mind, but it’s my mind and I like it this way.

My memories push at the back of my mind and force me to remember the past,
As they all come flooding my vision I start to cry tears of anger for the man I was, 
Tears of sorrow and shame for all the people I’ve hurt, then I shed a single tear of joy for all 
the people who’s life’s I’ve changed for the better.

Then as I start to rise from by place of rest I wonder the hardest question of all…..
Even when there is nobody there are we ever truly “Alone”?
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