| Witness this: a mortal man absorbing all one can take
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| Pointlessly opposing a perfect pipedream’s wake
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| Perfectly honed to mar the lives of men
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| Immutably bound to its yoke again
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| Harboring a refusal to learn
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| The tide sees fit to carry astern
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| The stubborn sea commits to churn
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| The motherless aimlessly yearn for instructions without scorn
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| They sever the tethers which their arms adorn
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| As our fathers commit to learn to lose to life and not to mourn
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| Conscience germinating pangs of guilt by the score
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| Grasping at life’s fragmented wreckage refusing to wash ashore
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| Warring with diluted love’s attempt to scar the mind
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| Where is the dream? |
| Gone and left behind |