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The Path

The Path in San Francisco, By: AT

Everything has become a giant cycle that seems it will never end

One more disappointment, another hurdle after another, without a smooth path to walk on in sight

One more tear to slowly drown myself with

Another person to help dig my grave

Another sun and another moon to serve as the backdrop to the stage in which the tragedy of my life is laid out

Day after day of meaningless thoughts and meaningless words

Night after night of illusions to pass me on to the dawn of reality;

A reality which suffocates my soul but, pushes me to go on against my will

Torturing me for as long as I am too weak to endure another moment of it anymore

Written: August 2000