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realistic optimist
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ancient mystics speak to me
of lives yet to live
when i can hardly focus
on the one set before me
by the fates i choose to believe in.
i yearn for more, always more
when i have more than any man
could ever wish for.
seeing the test before me,
i rise to the challenge
while wondering what the catch is;
it's too easy i tell myself.
i live in the aftermath
of my own design,
waiting for demons
who never come
to steal away what i've built.
how can i survive
the hell i put myself through
if there are none
who can stand before me
and not falter?
lying to myself,
i believe i have all i need;
seeing through the lies
i know it to be true.
all i need
to keep the faith in myself
so i can change the world
is the reflection of myself
i can only see
when i look into
your tear-filled eyes.
how is it that i can find
the faith i need
in the only one
who can bring me to my knees?
farbeit for me to question,
alli need to do
is ride the wave
like unto the jellyfish,
and realize there is a reason
you stand beside me
when my knees shake.
there is a reason
i am still standing here.
it's because of you,
who is only standing there
because of me;
allowing me to taste
of the meaty nectar
of life's marrow.
keeping me on paths narrow.
forging paths yet unseen.
infusing them with the gleam
i see when i look
into those tear-filled eyes.
don't let me look away.
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