These words I place upon the page bear witness to the telling,
of time and space I occupy, and moments that I dwell in.
Of experiences interpreted with mortal imperfection,
of sporadic impulses bereft of all direction.
Of paths that I have ventured down seeking illumination,
of venom that I have endured to recreate sensation.
Of countless souls encountered, of faces memorised,
of deeds born of pure intent, of some intent disguised.
Of dreams that I have realised and dreams yet to be?
The exploration of my fate, the rationale for me.
These words I place upon the page bear witness to the telling,
of time and space I occupy, and moments that I dwell in.
of time and space I occupy, and moments that I dwell in.
Of experiences interpreted with mortal imperfection,
of sporadic impulses bereft of all direction.
Of paths that I have ventured down seeking illumination,
of venom that I have endured to recreate sensation.
Of countless souls encountered, of faces memorised,
of deeds born of pure intent, of some intent disguised.
Of dreams that I have realised and dreams yet to be?
The exploration of my fate, the rationale for me.
These words I place upon the page bear witness to the telling,
of time and space I occupy, and moments that I dwell in.
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