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All privileges revoked
Including those of necessity
It's time to shut down
The mind must be policed

Fumbling for words to say
At every conversation
Lack of creative responses
A vulnerable situation
This may be goodbye
An end to all manner of patience

Reminiscence is futile
For the man without skin
Pass on his loving memory
To the next of his dying kin
He's soon to be born again

Time is a construct of humans, invented to give meaning to the meaningless. Only they see it as linear movement from past to future. They can not return to the past to correct wrongs. They can not see into the future to protect themselves from harm. There is only now that they have any control over. They can not be everywhere at once, just as they can not be everywhen at once. However if they where to use their minds to see they could be anywhere in anywhen. They could revisit the future (if the future where real). They could visit their past for the first time (if the past where real).

Mysterious man
Spontaneous woman
Endlessly drifting
Drifting in the night

Creatures of desire
A quick encounter
Wandering
Pleasantly together
Solid as brick
They share the same heart beat
...and now the same sick

Finally reaching a station
The fire quickly dies
Both have nothing in relation
Bittersweet
Parting ways
Fools of desperation
Told each other lies

I've gone and lost myself again
From where I stand I need a brand new friend
I've got a message I've been meaning to send
But I've gone and lost my wits again

I never mean to show the pain in my eyes
I intend to feed it to the neutral flies
Afterwards I stare into the starry skies
I never mean to show the plan in my lies

When will it rain?
Will it clean the stains?
When will I see the moon?
Will it end the pain?

What happened to the optimism I used to have?
What happened to me?
What's making me sad?
If this was a game would it be this bad?

Boundless losses
Eternal victory
Sinful and wicked
Ensuing history

Someone you dreamt of knocks on your door..
Calling out your name
An angelic voice
A call that makes the birds soar
You drop your breakfast
Hoping to let your true love in
Running though the tight corridors of your small home
Finally able to respond..
But your lover was gone
Gone with the wind

That voice, infinitely lingering
This isn't life..
Is this death?
I believe it is...may you rest.

Hello and Hugs long time no see How have you been where have you been

If I could only find a way to swap this reality for the reality of the game I would do it in a heart beat. I know that sounds rather Tronish but killing Krugs and other things sounds like a vacation compared to my life in this reality. I shall not become more morose than that.