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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476544" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Don't Know Where I'm Going</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Don't know where I'm going.<br>Don't care who I am.<br>No place I need to be. <br>No face I've got to see.<br>Don't care if I'm loved. <br>Don't care if I'm not. <br>What arises arises mindlessly.<br>What business has it with me? <br>Imagination's just another word for free.<br>Free, free, free at last<br>I've let my people go.<br>I walk without a shadow.<br>There's nothing about tomorrow <br>that hasn't already passed<br>and yesterday's a prophecy<br>of what isn't waiting to come.<br>One thing suggests another <br>and worlds are arrayed before me<br>like the stillness<br>of the lost feather of the moon <br>on running water. <br>I endure my own weather like the sea.<br>The lightning strikes itself like a match <br>to take a look <br>but there's no one to witness the clarity.<br>I don't taunt my ghost like a man <br>who's going to live forever. <br>If I flower I flower. <br>If I shine I shine. <br>Whatever appears <br>in the black and white mirrors <br>of the infernal or divine <br>may or may not be <br>the meaning of my roots. <br>My affirmation refutes <br>what my denial ordains<br>and the cause doesn't <br>account for its effects. <br>I am the perfection of all my defects <br>so enlightenment and ignorance <br>are two waves of the same awareness in me. <br>The fool and the sage speak with the same voice.<br>Desire beatifies my heretics <br>like lies I've told to the stars <br>but their election was never a choice<br>and my wounds don't seek the truth<br>in the afterlife of my scars.<br>The old man does not say I am old <br>nor I am young, the youth.<br>Autumn is not older than spring <br>and spring isn't apprenticed to fall.<br>I can hear my own footsteps <br>coming down the hall like time <br>to meet me after all these years of looking <br>through everyone else's eyes<br>but even when I take my face off<br>at the end of the day <br>like a tired sky<br>and point to the stars the light concealed <br>my self-portrait is always a disguise. <br>And nothing is revealed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Patrick+White">Patrick White</a><div class=q>
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Don't care who I am.
No place I need to be. 
No face I've got to see.
Don't care if I'm loved. 
Don't care if I'm not. 
What arises arises mindlessly.
What business has it with me? 
Imagination's just another word for f..."></div>
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