He climbed mountains,
He crossed the seven seas,
He knew the world like the back of his hand.
Yet,
He felt as if,
He wasn't able to see everything.
Like he wasn't able to hear everything.
And so he, did it again.
He still felt the same.
As he sat on the edge of a cliff,
Watching the sun become one with the ocean,
Realization dawned on him.
Even though he saw and felt everything around him,
He wasn't able to see or feel everything within him.
And so began,
His new journey,
The Journey of Self.
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Epigrams
PoetryIt appears you've found my book and before you decide to read it's contents, know that... These poems are everything that is me. (Also the cover was made by my buddy FierroThorne!)
