It's always been there but after 44 years of training I begin to understand.
Be it mother, brother, sister or son. Family doesn't mean friendship comes along.
We each have a role to play to the best But who stays beside us is part of the test.
Responsibility in the countability to hold ourselves up
Becomes the rhyme and reason to search for knowledge lost
Finding love is just a concept imagined long before us
I see the purpose of my existence is a vessel of emptiness
Holding on to nothing to become everything at once
recording for a prospective to find where I belong.
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Author:
Poetic Dan (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I was really looking forward to this 44th cycle but it's turned out to be nothing like I thought! I try to be grateful that I can breathe everyday but this journey can be such an unforgiving cold and lonely place. Its why nature and instruments have become my saving grace. This was my most recent writing! Always appreciated with much peace and respect
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