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I Say to You
At times in the past, I rode secure
in the knowledge that honor was enough
to give me a reason to live.
My fellows have secured a place in history
and yet where is my Alamo, my place in time?
Where will my name be written in stone?
Could it be that it is all just a game?
That my family is pursuing a small thing
when we could do so much more?
I am tired of raising the flag above the vanquished.
Let me use my imagination rather than my sword,
I shall become a God, and hurt no one.
3-31-2004
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