Don Mann: Focusing on my Craft

Sunday, Nov. 23, 2003 - 8:56 p.m.

Permanent Solution

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Never wanted more than I could hold in my hands

Never offered more than I could withstand

I climbed the mountain and saw first hand

The simple ending of a complex man

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Constrained and confined in a state of acceptance

Cursed and damned without opportunity for repentance

Without refining my heart and soul's essence

Thus I submit my leave of absence

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You held me down

I can't take this and I won't anymore

You pushed me down

Watch me as I walk through the door

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The permanent solution stares at me

Words on a page my eyes beg to read

Whether I choose to choke or bleed

Will be the decision that sets me free

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You planted the seed

I nursed it tenderly as it took over the ground

Now you will reap

As I hack at the limbs with no one around

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and if I should vanish without a trace

all my feelings destroyed and memories erased

Acts of passion, dull moments, times of stupidity and times of brilliance

My love, my craft, my life experience

Would they not be kept someplace?

Or will they too vanish from the planet's face?

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The road before me is winding and harrowing

But the path is perpetually narrowing

A simple truth is becoming clear to me:

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the price of being anything but ordinary

is to accept that you are nothing more than temporary

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