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On this I stand Two sets of footprints placed ahead of the dirt softened from tear drops And overlooking the earth as the son of the moon protected by a forcefield of pure thought.. On this I stand A rally of unemployed disgrunt of words on for long journeys to somewhere somewhere that only causes me pain as I strain my soul crammin into rightness so I can bring some there, I bleed the blood of a cold stone that rolls without a shadow I'm only deep enough to realize that I'm shallow My head I keep it up but its hard to keep it straight when you don't believe in love, and you just cant cope with hate Metal rust, leaves turn into dust, as the difference between love and lust clarifies as trust if you only had an hour to sum your whole life up would you spend that hour sayin that an hour ain't enough I've mistaken the shield that bound me a cowardess now I'm faithful to the wind but compared to it I'm powerless the first step was made, and it was a fair accomplishment the pond was sittin still, so I threw a rock in it and as my reflection rippled it all became clear the seasons always change so there's no reason for fear we made an autobiography of our pivotal years its all I got and I'm giving it you because I care A lot of the time humans are hard to stay susistent self-projecting state of falsehood were either too close to our image to stay objective in our conception, or too far away to be subjective in any matter this only widens our void in social conformity introduced to our souls at birth and so I write. I don't write without the intention of objectivity or attention in the image but only as an unright directional bridge between the several flowing tunes scripture reality is present in countless space and time see I don't write for the future, I write about the future, for the present I write with my past, about the future, for the present. On this I stand The oasis of the limbo adjacent to my generation, facing out the window waiting for some ventilation, patient while the wind blows faceful in its demonstration, overall innovation. On this I stand A fountain of youth sovereignty, found in syllables more than a pound of flesh deep breath of achievement, a dream and a wake up call another haul of the quest. On this I stand Another loved civilization. On this I stand The purity of creation. On this I stand A paradigm for self. On this I stand I thank you for your help. On this I stand My first born child. On this I stand Something for now. On this I stand Life, love, death and hate. On this I stand And helmwood, glad you could relate. Peace...-Oliver Hart(Eyedea & Abilities)