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Oh that was out of sight, but uncertainly alright

The journey taken to get here doesn't end just there 

Questions that roared loud and vibrant like a blazing fire 

Filled with a great hungry, restless, desire 

Who are you? 

What happened to you?  

Are you here?

Can you come back?

Like a mouse on the wheel 

Round and round the truth we went, with no indication of yield

The answer in all, leaves us all in aw

a simple contortion can make something seem to be what its not

or in the case change something to something it cant be

unless free 

No “best of both worlds” in this tale 

and you chose love 

>Growing up as a child when something went wrong the blame went with it. No one wanted to hold the responsibility or be a direct reason of a series of unfortunate events or a effecting mistake or mishap. In the face of success fingers are pointed to the pointer. Quick to accept a praise but never wanna take the fall when it all falls.

As a child I sponged it up and started doing it myself

“Yea but I gave it to.....”

“I know but at least I wasn't the one who...” 

“How come when she/he did it it was OK ?...”

>later in my young adult years I realized that I was doing that with everything that came my way; deaths, accomplishments, acceptance and even sexual orientation (everyone has a story, mine isn't worth the telling time). Later on I realized, after a series of very unfortunate events, which I blamed everyone else for, that they are not the reason why these things happened. I started accepting everything, pounds and pounds of emotional baggage and guilt.

>This couldn't be life, it just couldn't, so I started from the beginning. Laid one event out; what happened, why, who was involved, and what could have happened to make it a win instead of a defeat. As these event played out and I put pieces together I found blame can be share. 

“you were the reason this happened, but I should have....”

“If you would have never.... then I wouldn't have.....”