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Picks and strings Caps and shapes Alas, a scheme Therefore escapes Trek begotten Though barely seen Yes, they caught him Awake from dreams Clicks and swipes A message shared Rigged their bikes On just a dare Eyes to words We felt the change Fly with birds On winds we hang

Hmm...Let's see. Your entering a world that you haven't become used to. Yet you know for a fact it it discerns you as some sort of paragon. Can you handle this strange position that has been awarded you? If you fear the changing tide then you have perhaps invested with too little thought. Your hands are too open, and you may fall into repression. This is not to say you cannot avoid such a fate. It may become a motif and pervade through your entire being. Let us hope they have been empirical in their watch. You have not foisted anything upon them to create a sardonic tone, and it should be known that you are who you say you are. But, it appear

The ability to listen is something that is often lost on me. I find myself analyzing things too critically, and in the process I forget to listen. Maybe it is better in the end. I doubt it. So much that is said to me isn't worth listening to. People can be so austere about such meaningless jib-jab. I find it a bit wasteful to meander through so much bullshit to arrive at nothing. Although, I do occasionally find myself slipping into such behavior as well. It's kind of fun. I usually associate it in my memory as worthless, but maybe I should search through it to find more meaning. I don't reciprocate enough either. After someone asks me how my