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Running Into Theories


I am accidentally running into theories

Chasing around an idea that lacks the sense of direction

Crashing into series

Of unfortunate misconceptions

I cannot calculate

Or graph out the map

Find a moment I can validate

I cannot separate the fiction from the fact

That I messed up somewhere along the road

I took a detour off the yellow bricks

Now I carry the weight of the load

And carry bad memories I can’t forget

So, here I am now trying to find a solution

Hitting every brick wall

Trying to prove what cannot be proven

Bracing myself for the fall

When reality knocks me down

Telling me the answers that I am search for

Cannot be found

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"I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.” ― William Ernest Henley, Echoes of Life and Death

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