{"id":241,"date":"2002-10-26T00:22:00","date_gmt":"2002-10-26T07:22:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/djmgyx.net\/WP\/?p=241"},"modified":"2008-08-05T15:03:59","modified_gmt":"2008-08-05T22:03:59","slug":"friday-october-25-2002-at-0522-pm","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/djmgyx.net\/WP\/thoughts\/friday-october-25-2002-at-0522-pm","title":{"rendered":"Friday October 25, 2002 at 05:22 pm"},"content":{"rendered":"

So it\u2019s Friday, tomorrow will be the big Halloween gig, I\u2019m not too worried about it, just as long as everything goes perfectly, which of course it never does. But like I always say, \u201cHope for the best, Plan for the worst\u201d. <\/p>\n

Anyway I was going through my subscriber and stumbled upon Misfit\u2019s<\/a>, and a lil project her son had to do. So upon her suggestion that everyone who reads it should do the same and give it to someone, I went ahead and did one. Well since I have no one to give a poem to anymore, I\u2019ll just post it like all the others, maybe even modify it or completely remix it to fit the still uncompleted \u201cFallen\u201d. <\/p>\n

I Am\u2026<\/i><\/b>\ufffd<\/p>\n

I am\u2026a wanderer of the proverbial sands of life, grasping from a meaning or reason for my own existence<\/i><\/p>\n

I wonder\u2026how this journey will end, if ever<\/i><\/p>\n

I hear\u2026the buried words, hidden in the darkness deep beneath the masks of the world, screaming to be heard by all.<\/i><\/p>\n

I see\u2026nothing, for nothing is what it ever seems to be<\/i><\/p>\n

I want\u2026To leave this existential journey for the tangible presence of someone to love<\/i><\/p>\n

I am\u2026a wanderer of the proverbial sands of life, grasping from a meaning or reason for my own existence<\/i><\/p>\n

I pretend\u2026That contentment is really happiness, and nothing is ever truly wrong on this journey<\/i><\/p>\n

I feel\u2026Like a part of me is no more, oblivious and lifeless to my surroundings<\/i><\/p>\n

I touch\u2026Few if any of those I meet<\/i><\/p>\n

I worry\u2026If I made a difference in the lives I have touched<\/i><\/p>\n

I cry\u2026When there is nothing more of me to give<\/i><\/p>\n

I am\u2026a wanderer of the proverbial sands of life, grasping from a meaning or reason for my own existence<\/i><\/p>\n

I understand\u2026What has happened and what is likely to come<\/i><\/p>\n

I say\u2026What needs to be said, though not always at the right times<\/i><\/p>\n

I dream\u2026Of another existence where this journey does not exist, where there is no need for the journey<\/i><\/p>\n

I try\u2026To find options in any situation encountered<\/i><\/p>\n

I hope\u2026this journey does not end alone and without resolve<\/i><\/p>\n

I am\u2026a wanderer of the proverbial sands of life, grasping from a meaning or reason for my own existence<\/i><\/p>\n

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