I am alone in the meadow. All around me is grass, the cool cold breeze is the only friend I have to feel and interact with. My heart is scary hence my other body parts.
I hear the echo of my voice coming back to me very far even when I whisper.
I am left alone to make the wrong things right with no aiding friend. I am an independent person making every decision I dream, though peers will come around, but leading seems the keyest.
I am used to taking the orders, this time I am left to explain what I meet in trance.
It is an interesting time where all is to me left. I must now lead from the back, the middle, then the front; mending every cracks, raking any lawns and mopping the old mushy tracks. To myself is a stupid man in me; a young blithe headed guy with not a brisk thought at all.
I must proof these to the man in me wrong as the clock and an empty skull are given me. I should change the time and fill the mind with all I have to proof.
Ooze of blood and tears stream from my heart and eyes when men across my height cry down my energy; buzzing my ears that I have worked out none when I think much is yet being done; erasing my tracks and printing theirs to lurched my spirit of courage.
Then, I fold my hand on my chin and lo for the time I'll be left alone.
-Gnostic
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