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I'm one of them, I walk among these walls
I hunt, I stalk, around me falls
A crowd, the street I call my own,
I'm done, I run into the unknown

I thought these men were full of it
But now I've tried to consider this
They're all just slaves of yesterday

I'm torn apart, bent and broken, Laid to rest in this dark ocean
Been hunted and bruised, Scarred and abused

I could sit here all day, but I'd be waiting in vain
Its gone over my head and now I'm numb to the pain

Was it me in the beginning?
Will I see the end?

Call me shallow, call me straight
Crushed under infinte weight
Bear with me, I can't be sure
Gave up this quest long ago

Life and love, the universe
And everything I'll reimburse
Take it from someone who knows
Turn the page and lock the door

*work in progress*

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Its a Tuesday like any other. Except maybe for the fact that its my 
birthday. Come to think of it, the day I was born twenty something 
years ago was also a Tuesday. Not like it matters one way or another.

Birthdays are supposed to feel special. Or are they? I can't say that 
I feel any different apart from the fact that I had a hundred 
emails/facebook posts/tweets/TXTs to respond to and delete. Then there 
is the awkward situation where some of your colleagues/friends don't 
realize its your birthday until later in the day. Only then, its too 
late to wish you a happy birthday and they try to skip it with the 
help of an embarrassing monologue or just pretending they had already 
wished you. 

I'd like to think that I'm an observer of human behaviour and a good 
one at that. I like documenting (in my head), the little 
idiosyncrasies and OCD induced actions that a lot of us subconsciously 
subscribe to. But more on that later. I tend to get turned off by any 
thing/idea/film/book/website/person/animal/alien/etc/etc.. that 
everyone just LOVES. The so called 'fanboy' syndrome. Whether in 
sports, movies or life in general.. I HATE FADs.

Come to think of it, I'm no different or similar to anyone really. A 
popular cliche comes to mind that says "you're unique, just like 
everyone else". I like Moby's definition better in the song that says 
"We're all made of stars". It means deep down we're all just space dust.

For the moment, all I know is.. I'm one of them.

Easily I see a way that leads me out of this life

Its easy to believe in what I know and perceive from my sight

Your grace is what I need as I walk through the rising sunlight

I can see this mercy mystery saving me from the raging reptile

I can see your love for me now

I'm like a dreamer looking at this life go by

Standing here with tears in my eyes again

I'm like a dreamer finding out what once was real

Judging by the way I feel right now

Everyday I see another way your're drawing me close

Hidden from the view you have always given me more