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Mind Of a Man (Letter From A Dead Man)

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#LetterFromADeadMan... 
Let me tell you a story. 
Sit down, let me talk to you. 
Do you see that man behind you? 
Look, is there anyone there? 
Life is a bed of roses, understand that God loves beauty. These people here, you'll never understand... 
They'll never understand you too. 
That's man; only mean something in your life when he's right by you. 
While you sit, open your ears, but I'm really asking you to open your heart. 
I always had myself believe the day I die would be the day I was forgotten... 
It happened, I don't feel that way. 
Cheat no one, you'll never be happy. 
The day you begin to satisfy men, you begin to understand futility. 
Have you heard of pride? 
Have you met pride? 
Have you felt pride; not just a feeling, it's a presence. 
It still baffles me the way the mind of man works... 
Nothing about my life was clear to me till the day I left... 
I never left, that still stings. 
I've always been here, I have no mind of my own... 

Are you bored, do I bore you? 
Allow me speak these words, these few words. 
I am no father to speak wisdom to a son. 
I am no brother to offer advice, 
I am no leader to teach. 
But this void, it's opened my eyes, taught me. 
Allow me speak its wisdom to you... 
The sky is always blue, I used to think within me that God was not yet bored. 
I'm here and I've not met him. 
My father never told me the grass is always green... 
He wasn't much of a gardener; have you watched rivers flow? 
Live your life with purpose but in all, be committed. Do not speak words to people. 
I made no promises... Not because I didn't want to owe anyone anything. 
Smile from within, it makes when the sun stings look like a joke. 
I know nothing about love but when you do, expect nothing. 
Expectation kills, being stagnant is a disease. 
How would you choose to die? 
I've seen strong men cry, wise men lie, and sages die. Knowledge begets power. 
Only the disciplined inherit authority... 
After life, there is death. 
After death, there is truth...clarity...

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