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Mon, 12 Nov 2007 at 02:21pm

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What am I? What am I but the socks on your feet? The wind in your hair, The ice in your martini, The bulb in your lamp. Who am I? Who am I but the number on your spreadsheet? The stranger on a bus, The one behind you in line, The one slouched drunk, alone and crying in the corner. If I’m what you seek, Then you’ve missed me by ten minutes. If I’m what you’ve misplaced, Then I’m no longer wasting in the lost and found. I try to be myself, But I’m no longer really sure of what that is. The staircase of opportunity and prosperity still stands before me. But so does the fall of failure and loneliness. I have travelled on each, I will again I’m sure. But it’s what you make of the ride that really counts.
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2007-11-12
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poison
2007-11-15
I liek it fo sho, yo. I want to be a bulb. - Matt
burning_sands
2008-03-01
chance. fortune. fate o fortuna, imperatrix mundi. i'll be ice
macca
2008-04-14
"The staircase of opportunity and prosperity still stands before me. But so does the fall of failure and loneliness." I like these lines muchos oh and hurry up and put that awesome picture of that random hobo and peter pan up haha! plus one
galanteeshowman
2008-04-14

That's some amazing insight you're showing here. "If I'm what you seek,/Then you've missed me by ten minutes." Yes. +1