When walking in this plain spectrum of existence, I wonder if I fit in the mold. Aimlessly suffering the acceptance of ignorance... I feel inability to mold. Righteously stating my causes, I feel no one understands. To stand, walk, think on your own... You know its really in your own hands. I feel I loose consciousness in this dream. Filled with mans power and greed... To worry about petty suffering of power.... Like a nobleman on his righteous steed. But then I found the one who understands... Our power lives in our own hands... There is no reality in conquering lands. But really were sinking in shallow sands. Who thought there would be a man? A realist of life and spirit... And lifes true fan. He teaches me to accept who I am.
Posted on: Thu, 27 Nov 2014 10:15:48 +0000
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