try to be the best i can
but i am just a simple man
who’s guided by an unseen hand
while time is slipping through the sand
through years of nothing gone to plan
and further days yet left to span
the stoking flames that we have fanned
to searching out just who i am
from shallow grave to hidden land
i now know not where i will stand
pulling threads of fate by strand
through lens of yellow, red and tan
and out of fire into pan
i find that i am lesser than
an island without tribe or clan
in emptiness the shadow ran
toward the cry of dying lamb
in tesseract and hexagram
i’m exiting this dead program
i return to the diagram
to find i never gave a damn

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