Sick of the box you've been locked in
Feeling like a puppet
A stiff pre-positioned manequin.
The world moves around
as you look on with your stuck eyes.
Taking your sweet time
In the guise of becoming wise.
You say you found your heart
But still can't find the key.
Check that old box you're stuck in.
Filled with insanity.
Dust out the cobwebs
Make way for the new.
Fate and Destiny
Have got their Eye on You.
~Ruby L.S.~
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Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Get that key...unlock, and dust off!!! New beginnings!! Beautiful!!!
Thank you!
That box can be both captor and the place to gain freedom, provided the key is truly found. Beautiful writing!
Very true!
Thank you!
What a nice piece.
“In the guise of becoming wise”
That statement pushes necessary knowledge for all to consider. Don’t lie and never pretend.
Wisdom speaks! (Don't lie and never pretend)
Thank you!
Dig!
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