There’s something about this early group, the ones that started first.
Denying the old to except the new, can never be rehearsed.
They’re scattered sparsely all around, nothing left to chance.
Often seen with underwear, on the outside of their pants.
Switching to the positive age, it’s light that we become.
so working on forgiving yourself, might not be so dumb.
The light that will configure you, soon about to start.
This will help you understand, when thinking with your heart.
With senses traveling higher than, you ever would have thought.
The world we knew will drip away, as old begins to rot.
As our world now awakens, to this glorious new day.
Chances are we’ll meet again, upon the middle way.
- Author: Steve Glodenfort (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 14th, 2024 02:29
- Category: Unclassified
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