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My world is difficult .. today, it's hot and I am weary. Still watching the minutes pass. Sometimes I get the feeling that, after all is said and done; all the times of my life, all the giving, all the taking, mean little. In the end, I am always alone. Sitting in this silent comfortable lobster trap like a goldfish swimming his 700 cubic inch bowl. Squabbling with my thoughts, trying to see the big picture, who am I, what am I ? The once proud standing knight of right and truth, a time transformed bent old beggar of resentment and heart rendering dissolution. A fading, punch drunk, spiritless old warhorse, scared and broken from championing fruitless campaigns for long forgotten, all to dubious, reasons. The echos of they who won and they gone; ringing my head. My bones brittle from the night cold, weary miles home...