POEM SHOUT-OUT!!!!

I found this about a week ago, forgot about it for...well, a week, then remembered it. It's some weird poem I've labeled "The Way I've Come" in my docs, and I have no idea when I wrote it or how. Did any of you? Or do I sleep-write?

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Who am I to guess,

Who am I to lie?

What if I make a mess,

When I'm just passing by?

Everyone isn't the same,

they're stuck in a maze,

even if they're all playing the same game,

an eternal lasting faze.

I can't think.

Life is short

But I might be on the brink,

of death or some sort.

I want to keep living,

who invented dying?

If if they're lying,

when the rest of us are trying?

I just run,

running through time,

having fun,

fun of a different kind.

I want to ride a train.

I want to meet a Greek.

I want to play every game,

I'm so NOT weak.

I'm like a fire,

blazing on,

I wont even tire,

at this seemingly endless song

I'll be everything,

I'll be everyone.

Hear that ringing?

That's the way I've come.

QUICK EDIT: By the way, YOU PEOPLE NEED TO LOOK AT MY WRITING BLOG! THIS IS MY RANT BLOG. THAT LINK TO THE RIGHT IS MY WRITING BLOG. LOOK AT IT. FOLLOW. COMMENT. I INVITE YOU.

(Is all else fails, I bride you with free food. *waves* Come and get it!)