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|   | --[[User:AndrewM|AndrewM]] 21:09, 23 October 2008 (PDT)  |   | --[[User:AndrewM|AndrewM]] 21:09, 23 October 2008 (PDT)  | 
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|   | + | =Palpitation of the Vigilant Will=  | 
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|   | + | :Foibles, blunders, mistakes, and errors,  | 
|   | + | :That's all that seems to riddle my path.  | 
|   | + | :Not a helpful sign anywhere in sight,  | 
|   | + | :Only thousands of accidents waiting to happen.  | 
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|   | + | :Deftly I navigate across this terrain,  | 
|   | + | :Forbidding as it is, I make my way anyway.  | 
|   | + | :Yet even in light of my great dexterity,  | 
|   | + | :The forces of life overcome me too often.  | 
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|   | + | :I trip over one of these thorny reminders  | 
|   | + | :That life is, at all times, challenged.  | 
|   | + | :My descent to the ground renders me shameful,  | 
|   | + | :And I land face first into the cold mud.  | 
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|   | + | :For that frame, that instant in time,  | 
|   | + | :I feel a lifetime of grief catch up to me.  | 
|   | + | :It wrings my heart, it stymies my mind,  | 
|   | + | :And my tears only make the mud wetter.  | 
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|   | + | :How, how, how can I go on? I argue with myself.  | 
|   | + | :There is nothing but misery in this life,  | 
|   | + | :Abject and hopeless, not a single scrupule  | 
|   | + | :Of it worthy of a Panglossian anointment.  | 
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|   | + | :But, I see, I have come this far already.  | 
|   | + | :I cannot give up this dangerous journey.  | 
|   | + | :Despite these struggles that haunt my steps,  | 
|   | + | :I have come so far, I cannot give up.  | 
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|   | + | :Resolute and proud, I lift my misery  | 
|   | + | :I lift my body  | 
|   | + | :I lift my spirits  | 
|   | + | :I lift my great burden of struggles  | 
|   | + | :And wrench them off my aching shoulders.  | 
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|   | + | :And as I stand up on my sharp rocky outcropping,  | 
|   | + | :I cannot help but to smile at what just occurred.  | 
|   | + | :Instead of being spoonfed the niceties of life,  | 
|   | + | :I was force-fed all of its nastiest truths.  | 
|   | + | :Yet, even so, I managed to come out on top,  | 
|   | + | :Stronger and wiser and happier than ever.  | 
|   | + | :Thus I continue on with my eternal voyage,  | 
|   | + | :Slowly inching closer towards inner peace.  |