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[title] => Tim
[time] => 2005-06-28 11:58:27
[hometext] => i have learned in the past few weeks that letting go and taking the leap into the new is the greatest thing i have ever done for myself
[bodytext] => Inside a brick wall lives a man with no face He hides inside from the world and its race He told me to never come in his walls red And that change CAN kill, outside he won’t be lead The wall connects in a circle, so tall And inside he lives around bricks that wont fall As normal a man can not be found He sleeps and he eats and he dreams sound Never to leave his simple burnt bricks They will never decay or have to be fixed There he was not born but there he will die He is just quiet you see, not reserved or to shy With no face and no love he is weakened it seems Him, the wall, and just his dreams I climb up the wall until his palace I see Simple and captive but beautifully free I call to the man as I sit on his brick Wall stands tall but at top air is thick He grunts then he waves as if it were a chore Harder to notice then it is to ignore He walks to me slowly with mad in his step Loneliness is the only thing he has kept Mr. he is called for it is as simple as he So Mr. he was named and Mr. he will be I asked Mr." why do you live lonely?" He replied to me slowly and simply "This is my life and I live it well It is better to have no sent then have burdens to smell Change CAN kill, sometimes you don’t win So my dear stranger you may never come in But sit for a while and watch my brick wall If you stare at it long you CAN feel very small." Though he did not say too much His vast words were bare in touch I replied to his song with a dance of my own With steady hands I spoke with calming tone "I am not big, indeed I am small For push me and see of course I will fall But CAN is perhaps and chance is a must So I will keep moving and with rain you will rust I will take my chance with CAN until it turns to WILL Better to laugh then cry at glass of milk to spill It is better to have lost then to never have had You wont ever feel the good if you don’t explore the sad." I turned and I jumped off his wall with no ease I bid you good bye and take harder look please For life is too short to live in a wall Surrounded by borders that make you feel small. So put change to chance, go charge at life hard CAN is a maybe so leave down your guard. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 73 [informant] => boobiepeach [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 11 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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