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Within, Lie the answers, Without.

From tarrying, to tallying, he dashes off to class, An endless time of teaching, awaits in futures past, For, in his head, a genius, Yet, his speech, a muddled mess. From his desk, he salutes the queer old dean, Around the school, he helps the dizzy bean. Hissed his mystery lecture? You're tasting worms! Don't nick your pose, Go know your blows! Go help him, sod, Our shoving leopard, For only you can seal the hick, And save Spooner from a peach so shepard.

By the edge, At death's sweet ledge, He stands between his dreams. Throughout the grey, Through ceaseless days, He stands within the green. Violent finds, Tear through his minds, Between tomorrow and yesterday. Waterless rain, And pleasureless pain, Leave him standing by the edge.

You hear my swishing tail. You hear my sweet, warm purr. But don't be fooled, you know, as I, That I could take a whale. You see my twitching whisker. You see my soft, white fur. But don't be fooled, you know, as I, That I am quite the trickster. You feel my absorbing coat. You feel my cold, wet nose. But don't be fooled, you know, as I, That I'm gunning for your throat.

Sitting alone, on an old oak stone, I draw a cigarette. Breathing deep, I sow what I reap, As fire burns one end. Committing alone, is an old oak drone, He draws a cigarette. Breathing deep, still awaiting sleep, As fire burns the wall. Permitting alone, in an old oak zone, Flame shapes his silhouette. Breathing deep, without even a creep, As fire burns it all.

Ode to you, sweet lady, Sweet lady of the field. With your skin as white as snow, And your dress as red as wine. Ode to you, dear lady, Dear lady of the field. As you dance under heaven's gaze, And sing about the free. Ode to you, our lady, Our lady of the field. Your wondrous hymns do truly flow, As we stand around your shrine. Ode to you, my lady, My lady of the field. I see you, under endless sky, it sets my heart ablaze, And now I know, forevermore, that you're the one for me.

From this heart pours life and love. From this mouth comes truth. For, at once, all is pure, as the dove. For, at last, to feel is not uncouth. While we, who seek, stand in twilight. While we, in pain, wilt. Know that, soon, the sun returns, alight. Know that, while one rose dies, many are rebuilt. In life, there comes both love and loss. Through loss, we grow. Through love, we live. In life, our hearts are free, as the albatross.

Under gray, dull skies there sits a tree, swaying vacantly. Under its branching limbs, there sits a man, sitting emptily. Under his fair skin, there rests a heart, broken brutally. Over his hanging head, lies the silence, forever crushing all. Over, still, the gray, dull sky, forever heaven's wall. Over entirety, misery's numb embrace, forever our downfall.

A sufferer of indifference, In the plague of apathy. He treats his indifference with disdain, The ironic truth, That brings him nought but grief and pain. His dispassionate immunity to interest, As he wonders without joy. Chasing lost dreams with obsessive disinterest, As he curses fate's cruel ploy. He could resign himself to an empty husk, To a life of his mind's great limbo. Yet he will not suffer an eternal dusk, Or live his life through a darkened window. For he wants to see the wonders, That fate has blinded him to. Now that his will thunders, Fate no longer tramples him under it's shoe. Now, he marvels as the flowers grow, Stares

The leaves within the forest dance, As the wind sings it's lonesome hymn, We spy our traveller at a glance. Our traveller marches quickly on, At speeds truly unsurpassed, For he knows the ground he walks upon. But unluckily twilight has past, And now for him, A night that shall forever last. As the wind sings it's lonesome hymn, Our lonesome traveller lies trapped within.