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It's right around the corner
It's just outside the door.
Just over there the sun is shining
and the rain clouds are no more

In only one short second
In one more footprints length
It's just around the corner
a whole new kind of strength

And once you're safe and settled
If you find yourself a foreigner
a stranger you're not, you've got a friend
He's just around the corner

In your absence I see things so clear
Because I have to, to get by
Head filled with fragments 
Some with no meaning
Some with far too much
But every one doing a horrible job
Of getting me past your absence

Crisp winds flow through my mind now
Chilling in their clarity and complication
Piercing parts long since forgotten
Freeing parts better left as such
No hidden wonder or beauty inside things now
No witty remarks to ease the questions
No wish to explore them 
No one to tell if I did

I have no reasons 
In every way one could have them
I guess the fact is I never did
But I did have wonder
Everyday was a world of colors blurring
Every minute seemed a different duration than the one before
The constant whirl was hope and fate pushing along
Now it's a still charcoal drawing 
And time creeps along with steady indifference 

Even these meaningless words are dry and cracked
So finely perforated under the stress of their rigid plainness
Is it the lack of meaning or passion 
Is it a parched engine just ridged from retreat
I am kept awake now not by the cold
But by the want of a fire
I dance this awkward dance in the hope that the rhythm finds me
But know that the best tunes are behind me
And the shivers crowd around me

Tempest, delivering both cautious warning and abruptness, subtle teacher of things unseen and furious punisher for things forgotten.

Sound advice and indecision, blanketed tightly in pride and abundant with the confidence that accompanies the ignorant.

Opposing forces, mighty and weak, invisible and impossible to ignore, with many names but only those given to describe what it has done, not the truth of its meaning or origin.

Horrible destroyer, creator of love and life, constantly evolving, shifting, incorporeal specter, inspiration for both nightmare and dream and all from the same source resonating.

Never understanding, but constantly yearning to be part of the storm, I raise my open palms toward the roaring sky and offer myself to its cause.

Meaning and purpose in the most defined science with a destination unknown and a reason only dreamed, with beginning and fate only imagined, still with power and excitement, still with self worth and inner truth, still with acceptance.

I cry my meager tears, I imitate the sky to understand, to never regret, to never look back, to dissipate and reform and not once question the meaning or long for the control, I cry tears of longing and of joy.

I seek to long for nothing, to sleep in a constant storm.

If my guilt is just sorrow self imposed
Brought by my own deeds of poor intention
Why then, from my feelings, raw and exposed
Do you fashion guilt through reinvention

No, no. Not invent. From where does it come
Then, your own guilty conscience, your own lies
You take objection, refigure the sum
You hide your feelings in others demise

Take all your faults, and your simple weakness
Make them all that they see, show them some tears
“Don’t take away my retched uniqueness”
Let them feel the pain of all your affairs

Sometimes sorrow is simply aggression
Give up on trying, opt for repression

Small, blonde and terrifying Happy, strong, she dreams of dying Guess I just don’t understand, but trying Wish sometimes I didn’t care… I’m lying

Apathy strong and flying high Rushing after that final night But there is frustration inside of that sigh Is it the end you want or another life

Walls surround her, all around her

Unbroken, not tame Jems and ashes; enemy and friend It’s just that they’re all the same In the end no matter when

The speed and the skill in building your wall I admire your will, always so strong It stands think and tall and will never fall But you’ll just keep on building, afraid that you’re wrong

I just wish you could hear me on the other side Or that you would at least in some small way want to hear But that may be asking too much in so strong a tide I hope strongly its choice and not out of fear

Its brilliance still reaches me, regardless its source Frustrating. Beautiful. I see it through the divides All that freedom you have inside your wall, a captive force I won’t walk away. It has beaten the tide

And as time passes by and spans over pages I may wonder at times, after what seems to be ages Why outside the wall I will wait with a stare A fool I may be, but a fool that cares. Is that fair?