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Alas, we put stock and hope into a coming day
and week and month and things further away
we find ourselves striving towards a better tomorrow
only to realize we've lost all that time borrowed
tried making a plan to get to a higher point of view
only to fall faster into failure, but that’s nothing new
and, as my short comings grow taller as time goes on
my problems are magnified by forces as strong

faith is amazing in its power to heal
itself, not you, for faith is just wanting what isn't real
we manage to believe in ourselves again after time
and fill balloons of hope with dreams of the devine
but that faith is deflated when needles rain
and the most recent day becomes a memory stain

sometimes i want out of this downward cycle life
to escape the back and forth mental strife
leave this world of water and never look back
go somewhere of solids, of white and black

enough of this faith in the cycle uplifting
just realize the ocean of gray through which we are drifting

Eliptical

It is beyond doubt or reason that everything we experience is cyclical. Not cyclical, infact. Eliptical. Time, as it is to be perceived rather than believed, moves is a direction that inevitablty intersects itself in a way that is in no way linear. However, there is hardly consitency in this very chaotic movement of lines, time, and - most importantly of all - timelines, and thus can hardly be equated to something as simple and beautiful as a circle.

Evaluation

This is seventh post in this wonderful experiment in futility, and I still haven't figured out what it is I am writing about or working towards. But, being that the seventh is so obviously symbolic, I will use this chance to reflect. At first my aspirations were of the comical sort, but I quickly realized how poorly I wrote comedy not using dialogue and that you couldn't have a laugh track on a web page. I had even considered, very briefly, angry rants about those small problems that splintered my mind, but if you want that you can just talk to me in person. Philosophy is fun and all, but it hard to rehash the same ideas too many times, especially when they appear one after another and the more scrutinizing reader is bound to catch on to an utter lack of originality between entries. So really, what I think this should and will become are ramblings of any sort that use language in the most elegant way possible. And that is not reflected in this past paragraph.

English is absolutely astounding in one very particular way; and that is in its ability to express one thought and then immediately contradict itself and yet remain seemingly sensical, much like many of the people who happen to use English. We love these simple turns of phrase which are enabled by this subtle piece of the English arsenal.