…..It’s so hard not to fall down, in this world egos and emotions have been crowned, fear and anxieties keep us bound, in a room so small we can’t make a sound, life should be lived, that’s why it’s for the living, after the giving it’s beautiful sunrises and time to collect our winnings, a collected mind from the root of the vine, made kind regardless of innocences, can’t be traded in for benefits, doesn’t need witnesses, just instances, to exact the peace and wisdom that’s developed overtime, but one slip can cause a fall back into life and rob one of his poise, fear and anxiety can creep back in like little boys, then you’ll be a old man looking for his toys.
- Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 10th, 2024 14:48
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Fantastic flow. Powerful and poignant.
Thanks
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