The bridge that resides across the grains of the mind where thoughts cross a plain field of dreams.
That stretches out as far as your imagination can take you.
where the impossible is sometimes possible
A room of nothingness,
Yet so rich with detail that no corner is left untented with a prospect of a future with endless possibilities.
An empty shell filled with battle wounds so vast yet the enemy has never been cast aside.
The negative, self-doubt, and insecurities often pay us pops by
but we are never in delight when they come to town,
we stray from the light and the shadows consume us
hope wethers away
failer becomes a recurring theme
so much that we begin to no longer care and the lifeline gets thinner and thinner.
until it is out of reach
Thoughts cloud the mind but its plain to see nothing of great relevance is visible
what is lost can no longer be taught.
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Passing Time
ПоэзияPeoms, ideas and ideals based on dreams, ambition, emotions, religion and life in general of a young man aspiring to become an author.
