Eillio Imbasciati

Other than his life story,
He doesn't know what he did wrong
Life is lonelier without her in it
Her volatility doesn't bother him a bit,
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Receiving a medal for his mettle,
Running barefoot in the hot sand, constant in the summer race
Besotted by the color and shine of the prize,
Ignoring perceived stumbling blocks
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Age is for the dead,
But he needs certain people to listen
Why not, why can't we have everything, without suffering and nasty conclusions?
Less noise for some, it's the beautiful answer
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Price tag, personality 90% off,
Way off, not well-off
Saving little, no longer a face, just a disguise,
Dressed down from all the criticism, wearing all that examination around like it suits him
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He feels overcast,
Always carrying a degree of guilt about himself
Nowadays for him, the seconds feel like minutes,
Minutes like hours,
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An examination of his personality says little,
It seems that the eagle's relative knows more
Watching from a bird's-eye view,
Never taking its perspective for granted,
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Hand smells difficult,
Life comes off worse than yesterday
Those who underestimate cannot relate,
It was a circus, but not the fun we expected,
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Once was explained about the concerns of reality and presence,
Also handed a bag full of issues in the process
Fighting to the death to cover up life,
It feels very middle class
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Ran to places,
Shown the paces,
Yet still spinning his wheels
Stammering, stumbling,
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Drawing in front of a picture window,
He just can't see that the lines are crossed,
As confusion tells the story
What once was taken at face value seems to have gone incognito,
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Due to past abuses,
He is sometimes unable to properly respond to immediate demands
Oh, the pressure,
This life and its series of different faces
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The weather gives mixed signals,
As does he,
With his simple ambitions and stormy demeanor
Emphatic about nothing,
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Briefly losing his sense of self-possession,
Footprints becoming shallow,
So off he went
Keeping an open mind,
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They think there's more to the story,
But he's already told the story
The work put into the word and explanation,
He doesn't water it down,
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Fearing growing mold,
He's determined to form another mode
Sleep Mode won't do,
Whose tired?
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Call the coppers,
Call the chopper
Use your choppers,
Eat a steady diet of bureaucracy
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He isn't fed up,
He's still hungry
It doesn't atone for the unrelenting failure,
But it will have to do
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He hasn't had anything interesting to say,
Other than to think interesting things
Some thoughts:
The sadness, it became madness,
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He's reached an uneasy truce with life,
As through all the skullduggery & chicanery,
He views the occasional sky amongst the various clouds
Mitigating forces emblematic of mental pollution,
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If he focused his mind in that manner,
It would be semi-permanent
He been there,
Tried that,
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