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Life and It’s Complications A poem by James H.
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No one tells me what to do, when I wake up to life itself.
The sunlight burns and cuts the sky, and I see the earth’s full health.
You blink three times to see it as real, and although it’s not right you’re scared.
For life is too large, to be seen by your eyes, and too long you find you’ve stared.
A blur is today as your friends pass you by, in the stingy halls of school.
And although you’re wrong, the day seems so long as you try to pass off as cool.
No one can say how I write these things, and truthfully I don’t care.
For I’m not that good, says my neighborhood, at what I’ve never dared.