<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=450701" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The A.E. Of Life.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Almost everywhere (A.E.) <br>Is where I am<br>Or where I am not.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The probability of nothing is<br>Possibly what and who I am. <br>Or what I have always been.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My delusion is the mistake of time.<br>My life is mist in the shadow of the night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I weave my way through the labyrinth of space<br>Looking into the vast abyss.<br>In search of my own place.<br>In the meaning of life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But can I truly face<br>What I finally see? <br>Will it enslave me? <br>Will it set me free? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The entity that wants to be<br>In it's fleeting pitiful pain<br>Is a journey into madness<br>A journey all in vain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So catch a falling star<br>And cling to dreams afar<br>Never let them crush you<br>For the life within is strong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when I waken<br>From the nightmare <br>And find myself alive<br>Then my life begins anew<br>And I will surely thrive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the final calculation<br>I know that I'll survive. <br>Almost Everywhere (A.E.) I go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lynne+FincherSpringarden">Lynne FincherSpringarden</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=450701" data-title="The A.E. Of Life. de Lynne FincherSpringarden" data-description="Almost everywhere (A.E.) Is where I am Or where I am not. The probability of nothing is Possibly what and who I am. Or what I have always been. My delusion is the mistake of time. My life is mist in the shadow of the night. I weave my way thr..."></div> </div> </div>

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