I'm

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30341
United States
33° 53' 57.138" N, 84° 18' 5.7672" W

I've seen without eyes goals to be realized,
but I have no hands; so I'll never feel it.
Having said that, I've felt more and touched more without fingers. Without pores
I feel the sweat drip anxiety from body parts that I have not;
whatever I've been given is destroying what I've built.

I'm working against myself, against the clock with no guilt that I'm hurting what I've got
because really, I don't feel a thing.
As I said before, with no pores pours these words of outer wisdoms, inner wars
taken from the words that I never heard.
See, I have no ears.

Benefits from this aren't heard of as I fail to observe what
lays ahead.
With no shoulders lay a head, concentrations on yesterday.
That's in my windshield, but in my rearview I can't see, feel or hear you; I get your signals, but
see, I have no brain

to act as a receptor to decipher what's left of her or inquire why there's a pyre
where my heart was.
See, I have no heart, just this smoldering pile
of smoke that's seen for miles,
but no one seems to get the smoke signal.

So I'm holding my breath, but I no mouth or lungs, so I digress
as I digest with no stomach what I can't hear, see or feel.
I've been asked why should I worry when my senses don't seem to,
but I've seemed to have seen things that make people scream if they saw it on a screen
for I walked on a sawed-on string

Losing my balance;
everything that I once interpreted as talent
is the curse I bear through you.
I can't make you stand up and take it, because
I have no legs

Although with no limbs or torso I go further than you'd think
I've been transmitted though brail and ink
I've been what you will be
I've shown you what you will be without me
Your future would be today

I'll never be complete for reasons not apparent
One could say they know because they read the cover
that covers the pages of pain and fact,
but they saw they wanted and put this book back
...people say I'm a good read

This explains why I'm conflicting.
Predictibility is something no one wants.
Trying to draw someone into the bigger picture
with supposed strokes of luck and genius;
this paintbrush you supposedly have doesn't exist.

I'm the paintbrush!
I'm the reason why reasoning with you isn't reasonable!
I'm the reason you seem to change with the season!
I'm the support system that pulls you up with no reasonable way how!
......I'm your will
To everything,
I'm your will
Please put down the pen, stop writing your will like you say you will

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