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Home of the new mountain king.
A Lord of his own making,
a Legend in his own mind,
Outstanding in his field.

Self-concocted by a person,
who has a high opinion of
his value in society. Sad

Fog hanging,
suspended under
yellow streetlights,
as muted rays,
stretch to the ground.

My heart races,
as I hear a sound.
What joy there must be
when light reflections,
call to me, "Be free,
of worries, life will be
what it will, nothing for
you to do."

I wish the World
could be fun today,
instead of the ugliness,
when people hurtfully say.

To each his own,
the order of things,
no matter what
our life will bring.

Face every day,
with a happy smile.
You will be happy,
for a long while.

Too much information,
you'll need to bring,
will be your happiness
and you'll start to sing.

From out the dark,
a whimpering sound,
suggesting tears,
with angst abound.

Anguish,
a word I hear.
Sadness,
a word, I fear.

Glory,
things on high.
Repost,
things we'll try.

Love, a fleeting promise,
which exists not.
Look for goodness, in others,
in the land that time forgot.

Waiting for you to decide,
I'm walking the steps of my mind,
searching for those memories,
I have left behind.

Must I be this person,
who runs away, to hide,
when the only thing missing
is my foolish male pride.

The uncertainties of life
have come into play,
as assumed functions,
continue to stay.

Seek not Yee all,
of riches and fame,
as you may leave,
while others remain.

Working hard to
put your nose to the wheel,
as life progresses,
bad memories may heal.

Winds, gusting, blowing rain,
splatter against my jacket and face,
soaking through fabric to skin.
A cold, wet, rainy day, to race.

A great emotion,
escapes from my mind,
leaving no trail as
memories are left behind.

Try, as I must,
to retrieve this thought
I can't recall
and it can't be bought.

You can win this,
is what he said to me.
You have all the talent,
let your emotions run free.

Why should I believe you,
my answer to he.
You don't know me well,
just let me be.