Life is an uphill struggle. As they handed off to my double. They swapped his gold for silver. And made him stand on the rubble. Treat it like a victory mound. And listen to how far it carries sound. As you remind them what was broken down. And split apart to shape the crown. You stepped over chasms to lay a just claim.

The poetry and thoughts of a manic scripturient. Art, music and writing are my home. What was there for him to smile about? I must have seen this man many times, and the same thought occurred to me over and over again. I have looked for that man every time I am at that robot, which is almost every day and I have not seen him. If I am honest with myself, this bothers me deeply. How is it that I never got the chance to tell him how incredibly profound he was. Why do I run? .