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A small boy sits on his bed
Curled up in a ball
With a stuffed bear in his arms
'Tis his only friend
For his home is for orphans
And he is just too shy to say a word
Despite the frequent silence
He knows he will not sleep soundly tonight
An adolescent stares at a table
Speakers blare of outrageous music
Countless others speak of various subjects
She is in no mood for games or dancing
So, she wonders why she is there
A trio of women in college
Enter a club
All with the same goal
They have been in that festive place often
With sweet perfume and appealing apparel
They just hope to wake
The following morn without memory impairment
A grown man successful of his hard work
Goes directly home at the day's death
All he wants is a night
Without paper in his hand
So, he lights scented candles
And prepares a cup of tea and a bath
He lets out a long, deep sigh
When embraced by the steaming water
Tho he lives a good life
He knows what it is missing
The young man with the tool
That turns text into pictures
Has much hope for what he does
And is up to the same thing
He knows he longs for things
For which others long
Curled up in a ball
With a stuffed bear in his arms
'Tis his only friend
For his home is for orphans
And he is just too shy to say a word
Despite the frequent silence
He knows he will not sleep soundly tonight
An adolescent stares at a table
Speakers blare of outrageous music
Countless others speak of various subjects
She is in no mood for games or dancing
So, she wonders why she is there
A trio of women in college
Enter a club
All with the same goal
They have been in that festive place often
With sweet perfume and appealing apparel
They just hope to wake
The following morn without memory impairment
A grown man successful of his hard work
Goes directly home at the day's death
All he wants is a night
Without paper in his hand
So, he lights scented candles
And prepares a cup of tea and a bath
He lets out a long, deep sigh
When embraced by the steaming water
Tho he lives a good life
He knows what it is missing
The young man with the tool
That turns text into pictures
Has much hope for what he does
And is up to the same thing
He knows he longs for things
For which others long
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I wanted a simple title. I wanted to do something like the stanzas from Nightwish's "Song of Myself Part IV: Love" and this is the result. It's been on my mind for a while, and I wanted to give an interpretation. I'll leave you all to figure out the theme of this. It really is simple, seeing as I didn't make sure of any rhyming or patterns. I would much love to get feedback on this.
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It's awesome how we get little snippets of the struggles of a diverse little group of people. It's like looking at photographs. You just get that one little snapshot into a person's life and then it's gone and the world moves on. It sort of has this evanescent feel to it that I'm having trouble putting into words, but the effect is pretty cool.