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With the common thread that ties this altogether but I 
Stop
In my tracks when I have no idea what that means so I 
Start
With the basics, wrack my brain for the information to feed my fingers
The fuel to let loose the energy to produce these words but I
Stop
Once again because I don't have enough of them to finish this thought
To finish this sentence so I say forget it and begin again
Starting 
With this: The world keeps turning
Yet sitting perched upon this table feels like the world is moving in slow motion
Although I marvel at the notion that I can see it all like this, I'm the slowest one of all
But then I pause, press erase
Where's my backspace
I can't work with this, I don't know what to say afterwards
These aren't even the words I wish to proclaim
Says me, at least subconsciously
Do I fail to realize I had nothing to say to begin with
I just felt the compulsion to keep my fingers busy, only to
Stop
These rampant, fire starting thoughts about a subject I leave to tightwads in cheap suits
It's their titles, not mine
Though before at age nine, I wanted well had the dream to be in the oval office
A commander at the helm of an almighty vessel
Change the world for the better
Create a legacy, be known for something
You know a small kid dreaming for giants
Now I just drive farther and farther away from that division of injustice
Injustice and justice, forgive me as I halt to laugh at the matter of the terms
They're subjective, only subjective
What use do they have when they ring out that a life for a life is justice
No, no, no
Seize my tongue and command it to stay mute
STOP
Cease and desist
Speak no more a word
I am an encyclopedia of opinion and need not to bare my fangs upon the masses of the world's functions
The protesters are doing enough if that already
Let me just enjoy the scenery before I foolishly say per words of Funeral for a Friend:
Their revolution is a joke
It's been predicted, done, etched in history
Poking the bear never earns peace, just more turmoil
Everyone is clamoring for unity while that divisive line keeps expanding
Where do I stand, hopefully anonymous
Ominously I called for a recount, for a redo
I saw the outcome, I saw the fate but hoped, hoped for comfort I would be wrong
Am I wrong 
No, no, no
Seize my tongue and command it to stay mute
STOP...Start
I could but
Start
Where
I've just been traveling down this dirt road of topic
Trying not to hit any bumps
Yet here I am on the side of the road
Car in a pothole and I can only shrug my shoulders
Walking in a direction I've never been, nor plan to
Do you see the precipitation falling from the clouds, these thought bubbles
Help me pop all these bottled up little things so they don't toxify me
But allow me to modify their contents so you don't turn me into a villain by accident
I don't crave war, I crave peace
Though circumstances cause both options to be exhaustive
So I'll wage war with my dreams as I make peace with my pillow
Don't wake me up, not an order
A small request
I just want to sleep
Ironically I pressed 
Start
Because I wanted to begin, I wanted to say something
Now I press
Stop
Finished, completed, done, end
Because I've said nothing 
I'm just falling asleep where I sit
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