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You are invisible in the invisible,
Your spirit and soul are invisible,
But your bodily resident is visible.
Wearing the important things
That matters to all beings
Things made of our dreams.
But we trip up in the darkness
Lose sight in an invisible mess,
Only to hear shouts and cries.
Therein lies the weak spine
Opportunities came but you decline
Blaming something else all the time.
Insecurity, wrangle with lack of purity
Living with awkward unpredictability
The peaceful flow diminishing quickly.
You, like most, would like to hide
Being invisible wrung with pride,
from the pain that holds you inside.
The forces of ego beg and borrow
From dreams that happen long ago,
Now you are living out in the sorrow.
You want to forget the attention
but the invisible nightmare lives on,
feeding upon your unfulfilled passion.
Old habits come back into the view
They have tempters power to renew,
The invisible threat you already knew.
Lay dormant in the darkness of your mood
Fear invading where the mighty once stood,
Tall and bold, now there is not a shade of good.
To make you start a life of something
Made from nothing but worth sharing
The rich blessings of eternal light shining.
The road you choose mount upon a heap,
Even the steps, climbing the process go steep
Not higher, but away going down deep.
Where the painted world looks darker
With all the rolling waves going further
Beyond the shores, till they are seen no longer.
And you might have been left confused,
A stranger, bewildered, battered, and bruised,
And only God can replace the adulating hues