When I'm my own hero, your villain I can become
Then I try to be yours, but no longer am I mine
This is a conundrum, as a tail as long as time
Helping one, can dig a hole or worse for anothers mind
The only thing left is to see, all reality is ment to be
Acting out all manner of Infinite
possibilities
Life will always be more than intellectual capabilities
We may all be one but uniquely in our own reality
To build connections with other soul making humanity
Each bringing a spirit that helps the heart keep its beat
Carving our piece on this rock and leaving a soulful print
Looking up to the sky and remembering everything within
It was all about the journey never the destination
Every day we mold and shape in the magic of mother natures play ground
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Author:
Poetic Dan (
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- Comment from author about the poem: If we all stopped trying to save the world, we could instantly metamorphosize ourselves. We are not waiting on time, time is waiting on us!!
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Yes, it's all about the journey, I am with you 100% on that vibe.
All we ever have is the moment! About time I lived it 100%
Thanks for sharing yours my friend!
like Dusk, I'm on board 101%, lol
another good read you've penned dear Poet
Oops walking and writing reply was below and thank you again for your precious time to read my mind!
Brilliantly said 101 % I'll be giving till I'm dead!
Thank you again for the support of my ramblings
Always appreciated!
That journey can change form moment to moment but your moments are becoming more joyful every time Dan.
Andy
That they are my friend have a fantastic start to the day,
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