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Life's Lessons |
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Preperation preperation preperation.
Following fate, yes?
Yes.
I see the tempest.
I wear my jacket and tense my muscles.
A grimace forms...
It's time.
It's time.
Charge.
The lesson unfolds,
And I perceive my awareness of its existance as a hinderance.
This storm is all wrong.
It is incorrect. It is painful.
There is no sunlight.
It is dismal, and I do not fear drowning
As i sink and surface.
I feel nothing.
No success, no victory.
No awareness of the begining or end
Of the storm.
This time...
I've erred.
My eyes close.
And I recollect in those final moments.
I see my face.
Staring at me with an alien confidence.
I am reminded of the other storms.
And the interludes of peace.
And amidst this grey ocean of violence,
Where everything moves in chaotic waves.
My eyes open and I jolt awake, throwing my arms up,
Pulling myself higher as everything moves below me.
Because...
Because...
Dead or alive... strong or weak...
I decided long ago,
Never to drown. |
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