11/8/2006 - destiny cometh
the frugality that sifts from deep,
the coreness of purity techonlogy cant breach,
so much for the city life,
the lavishness,
the paltry sets of valour and failing traditions,
the lack of activity all for mere convenience,
the subtle disfraction of the fabrics of mankind,
making everything so paltry and static,
especially in the place i call home.
true,
this is one path not many will bestow,
but still its one possibly foretold,
one of inevitable shortcomings before a start,
an end before a beginning.
bar a miracle,
bar an understanding,
bar an oppurtunity,
things will just not meant to be.
but none the matter,
lets try for the better,
as in the city calls it diplomatic,
the cowardice behind facical respect,
tradition and valour.
its true the city life hasnt been harvested for me,
but give me the opputunity to run free,
the chance to be given a chance,
the fate to decide on fate,
instead of just turning away,
knowing your life will not go astray.
like wine with time it will mature,
hope more than knowledge is faith with angst,
charisma more than comfort is dexterity with skill,
so the day will come where i can stride down comfortly down any path,
any road,
any aisle,
besotted with what life should be.
true,
this is but a dream,
and i will settle for much less,
but not at the moment this level harass,
the strings and tendons of my valves of heart,
its not the stuff genes are made of,
but humans changed it all in adapting as fast as wind.
so must I,
so deja vu,
albeit for a distant while,
i know time will change things,
but i cant let any more slip by.
so in the sodden mist,
i leave in search,
in mystery,
for bliss,
for hope,
for relief,
for love.
Promos are rife.
chronicle ended 1918...
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