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Alive


Alive I am Alive yes I am Alive My bones tingle with the energy of life itself The energy of life surrounds me it protects me it cradles me, guides me guidance guidance that watches as I become one with that vast road after 6 before 9 I look in my glass made field of vision and I am alert alert like the dog and his mailman I am alert alert like the soldier and his enemy I am alert. My mind focused and my intentions clear I make onward press to my education most near and dear. behold this day of higher teachings and higher truths does not belong to me For I am destined to become the victim of circumstance's wet road circumstance's winter wet road as I make contact with the 80,000 pound 18 wheeled personification of doom and despair death and tragedy bold and might and from this contact, my steel against his heavy steel I spin, twirling like the pinwheel in a little girl's hand on a summer day Here I am with clear motives heading towards that higher learning and now I sit hear spinning on this vast wet road Time Slows My Heart Calms Moment of Clarity As I attempt to make my steel my own once more I become one with another personification of doom, thats what I called double doom and yet my mental is vital as a direct my wheel of control towards the dirt of mother earth Time resumes I climb out victorious, unscathed There I stood 6 feet 2 inches tall in front of twisted metal skin still black like the kettle whistling on a cold winter day dazed and confused i could not help but look upon the heavens and say thank you thank you for this chance you have given me thank you for this guidance you have blessed me with thank you for this protection you have granted me thank you for here I stand upon this cold dirt watching the cars past fast before me I am Alive.
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