Thrice I resembled what I thought was me
Glimpse to emulation glass at times is hard
and eerie, and arduous, to the sight of bearer.
Times. Past changed not. To present all observed.
Inference drawn. Leaving means of plenty
and change that quarters fortune for the forth
fall through the sixth summer to winters
countless. Spring nevere came. Perfection sought. And
sought within and out. In royal rite. In low life
where people selling flesh and minds of honor.
And all the same. How tiresome my search.
And worst of all it doomed to be continued.
Until trialed number three will not present
the wills prevailed And when the fourth be offered.
Liked well and taken in. As final choice. The choice for
life. Or lives of no number. Searches. Choices.
Lives. Lies… lived.
Lies lived
© Copyright: Fern, 2003
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