A Poem for Your Thoughts

This is a poem written by a friend. It's about -- well, read it and find out. I'll tell you who wrote it in my next journal, but before I credit it, I'm curious to hear from you about your reaction to it.

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I see my life before me,
In bleak and bounded glory.
Each clamoring possible future holding a certain failure,
Each silent insistent past offering good forgotten advice.
Highbeams of mind-sight,
Meciless, piercing streams of light and gloom,
Depict before me paths of sorrow and seductive triumph.
Of which tastes, both known and impossibly remembered,
Dance tiptoe through my mind,
Alerting dour caution and sweet ambition.
Who twist and pull and sour within,
Ripping soul and mind apart,
Leaving naked trembling uncertainty
And true identity.

My life stretches out before me,
Humble birth to humble end.
With tempting immortality available within.

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