When I'm alone
I ponder on the fees I pay
For my philosophy
I harken to see the end
To predict the shape of the finished web
The life still yet to descend
I try immensely to decipher the thoughts of God
While passionately chewing on a soft bone
When I’m alone
I build odds among the odds
Like creating an awe-like perfect painting
With diverse uglies
In a way it reminds me of me
A cohesive beauty with recesses that need fixing
More like tweaking, or redeeming, maybe changing
It activates a compassion towards my sometimes unruly reasoning
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