I hold the leash that's leading me.
I forged the glass through which I can see.
I cut myself to slowly watch me bleed.
I smelled the flower and wasted the seed.
I hold the shovel that's now burying me.
I know the right and can strongly disagree.
I feel the air and can choose not to breathe.
I have learned the TRUTH and now I'm free from me.
Randall Paul Prazuch
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Originally posted 2010-12-24 03:01:43. Republished by Blog Post Promoter