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There was a boy who stood on a hill looking below at his life, there below stood mere remenants, like his new car, his wardrobe, his wife, he looked hard to find something that he couldnt see, like he was missing something that should be, the longer he stood his legs grew weak, and here he was approaching the final peak, following a trail of familiar faces, bypassing his past disgraces he found only choked space and nothing reflected in the mirror where he once saw his face. A boy stood on a hill, who forgot to be a man, the material in his life could not be out ran, it filled the ground and smothered the sound, so that he could no longer see the space that was left, for the person he wanted to be The raging sound only grew more intense his vanity was his last defense yet on this hill as his life began to still, his clothes wore to shreads, and his greying hair grew more fair then slowly slipped away as he stumbled in his head for something meaningful to say this was now impossible for he had distinguished all that linguered which was really true, for he couldnt face reality living this material lie was all he knew how to do A tear could not escape as his glance turned to a gape in one mighty flash all was gone nothing of substance allowed him to hold on and in that final second, he began to realise, that he had been fooled by his blind eyes and someone had put lifes true beauty under a sick disguise A man lay on a hill, not one movement , he was still his bare body graced the ground, and his gaping expression was the only revealer to the truth that he had found |