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The Ages of a Man
I walk through the ages of a man seeing and experiencing the trials and pain of what it means to live, Over and over I will love only one for the rest of my life, Over and over again I am newly born. For an eternity I say goodbye to those who I have known and who have loved me, Through ages past and futures void I sing my song of who I think I am, and add my actions to the story of them. Eternal youth and never ending oldness I feel, Forever searching for the experience of life. Never dose my purpose for existence in life reveal its self, but only when I am without. The body I travel in attracts or repels others by its look or sounds that it makes, True communication is hard to structure if not impossible to send. My name is Simon , or at least that’s the name my much beloved parents called the body when it was born . Whatever looks out from behind these eyes has no name , Or at least one I can not remember. Memories are like blocks, and are added to me, reinforcing the living and driving this body on. Procreate, satisfy, achieve, That is the mantra this body vehicle vibrates too So I cry out in moments of clarity, “There must be more than this? “ Only then to sink back in to the hive of life. My dreams scatter me back and forward to impossible times and places, Only made more real by their persistence in coming. The reflection of the mirror is just a check on time and how others may perceive me. I see nothing only a trick of light, Soon to flicker and fade away.
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