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Not Another

Not Another

A Poem by UponTheBrink
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I will not be another.

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Today, I took a step in front of the other,
Set my eyes unto the ground.
I was just another
King lost under his crown.

I set out on that hardened road
With my fists clenched and passion burning my eyes.
I could feel the stone beneath my toes
As I walked a passerby.

And I looked up to the sky,
Saw the sun on the horizon.
The path I'd walked for so very long was before me,
Leading me to the past.
I turned around,
I turned around,
I turned around,
And took a step in front of the other.
I will not be another.

Today, I fell to my knees,
My vision lost beneath the tears.
They stained the ground.
I made no sound.

My hands, they shook;
I reached up so high.
Someday, I'll see clearly
As a passerby.

And I looked up to the sky,
Saw the sun on the horizon.
The path I'd walked for so very long was before me,
Leading me to the past.
I turned around,
I turned around,
I turned around,
And took a step in front of the other.
I will not be another.

Today, I wanted to run away--
Get lost among the crowds--
Become some nobody
from some nothing of a town.

I started out the door,
Was prepared to make my leave,
But I took a second,
And I thought to myself,
Then suddenly...

I looked up to the sky,
Saw the sun on the horizon.
The path I'd walked for so very long was before me,
Leading me to the past.
I turned around,
I turned around,
I turned around,
And took a step in front of the other.
I will not be another.

© 2013 UponTheBrink


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Added on June 18, 2013
Last Updated on June 18, 2013
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I'm a 16 year old male currently doing absolutely nothing with my life and trying to figure out who I am and where I'm going. I enjoy the prospect of writing but rarely have the inspiration to do so,.. more..

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