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Always on the outside looking in
no-one ever notices him
It's alright though with colours faded
neglected but never persuaded.
Eventually It comes about
that everyone was talking about
that old saying that Is and Is to come
with the old guy still on the run.

Climbing that hill, that forever stands
with no one besides him his superiority stands
just to stand at the top
of a ever decreasing rock.
Tired is not the word, screaming from within
why would you do this to yourself
where to begin
several moments later his world falls apart
he may never reach that elusive top.
I wonder if he ever realised to himself
that he was running away from his future
and that nothing is hidden from god,
but undetered struggles on upward to his fate
up as high to the pearly gates.

Surrendered as a man should be
child like for all to see
suicide with a get out clause
he ponders on this, with a slight pause.
Not a word comes out of his mouth
right at the end, nothing to write home about.
Wasted maturity on a goal that others have reached
something that his teachers never teached.
Oh my soul where will I be
spending my eternity.