| Please Mr. Nichols come back inside the window
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| I can’t promise you anything, but I trust that there is far greater reason to
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| live
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| I know you’ve become disheartened and disillusioned by the current state of
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| affairs
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| Your stocks are falling, your investments have failed you
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| The man from whom you took orders has been ordered to jail by his and your
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| subordinates
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| You question what is this world coming to
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| What is the profit margin when you’re forced to pander to the marginalized
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| Where’s the glory you dreamt of as a child.
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| Dressed as a cowboy, your play gun pointed at real targets
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| Your mother, holding her tongue as your father consoles her with the words.
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| «it's just boy stuff»
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| Well
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| You joined his fraternity, you grew into his old suits
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| You acquired his beliefs, you embodied his dreams and with them his oversights.
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| How long did you think it would last?
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| It’s just a matter of time.
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| The world is far from over.
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| Look…
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| Your mother outlives your father,
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| Your sister outlives your brother.
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| And if you jump from this window today.
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| She’ll also outlive you.
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| Look at her, sitting in her midwestern home, tuned into Oprah once again
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| Today, she learns to meditate on a second-hand couch.
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| Meanwhile, you stand outside this window
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| Twelve stories above the ground
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| One story remaining untold…
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| You contemplate the setting sun,
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| Unaware of your disorientation.
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| Dis-orient: turned away from the east.
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| The shifting current seems to conspire against you.
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| Mr. Nichols, you fail to see that you’ve always stood outside of this window,
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| perched on the threshold of oblivion.
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| Countless man made stories above the truth
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| For so long you’ve stood facing the setting sun
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| Mistaking the complimentary unified duality of nature as being right or wrong
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| Good or evil
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| God or devil
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| Mr. Nichols instead of stepping from this ledge into the downfall of your up
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| rise
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| Why not just turn around
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| Lessen the intensity of your western glare and face the rising sun
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| Note the energy swirling from its center
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| How it illumines us all and only the birds fly first class…
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| There is your inheritance!
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| The warmth of a kiss
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| Invest your tongue into the mouth of mystery
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| Allow her breath to seep into your lungs and surrender to her touch and guidance
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| There’s no other way
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| Your dreams of dominance will only help you forsake yourself
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| While your family continues its search for understanding
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| And your daughters outlive your sons… |