contrary
Contrary to popular belief
My life began not the day I was conceived
It had all started
On the turning of a leaf
The beginning of my tale:
The writings on these pages
They echo through the ages
To tell a simple tale
One tale with many faces
Slowly building the pieces
Gathering the ink of each day's riches
Observe my story unfold
Piece by piece in words and letters
School was an experience
Learning became priority first
Friendship building a second
At least those were the intentions
All was fine and dandy
Amidst all the studies done daily
I grew but a fraction older
Slowly breaking into my teens
Years wore on
Friends come and go
A quarrel here, a fight there
Staple dance of good and bad
The centrifugal spin
Of growth and decay
Learning becomes a past-time
Just as experience, became more
Search for independence
Look for the self
A chapter of experience
Page upon page of change
What is the meaning
Where is the truth
I find myself pondering
Searching for clues
Of course I won't find them
They are not here
The Koran of my life
Is built upon broken pillars
Where is the end
I can't find it
I'm waiting for it
It...
just....
isn't....
coming.....
is it......?
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