Theres a beauty unrefined, In all who take up their duties of the mind, Places where no feet tread, All the voices fall upon ears of the dead, Within closing wall we do find, The encapsulation of what can no longer bear mind, Is it fear or perhaps its dread, Perhaps better never known or never said, Nevertheless it exists to writhe within your head, Begging to die escape the moment by being dead, Words like that should never be fed, So is it better to lead while being led, Or wait around to find something worth being read, To redefine what youve always known but never shown, Imagine if you will a time where all you know has grown, Past definable limitation in all you feel you will have sown, Change as your spark, Imagination at your will, Watch your inner power grow and how you never fall ill, See a day or two as if you already knew, In you an idea grew, Became something new.
Posted on: Sat, 24 Jan 2015 05:37:24 +0000
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