Open your hand, look into that empty palm
do you think about the things you could have done?
Do you hear the calling of your own voice, calm,
and unrushed, or drowning voices of everyone?
Is this the world you wanted, as you face the sun?
As the trickling sounds of your tears falling down
can you accept the story that you've spun?
Can you face the inaction that caused your frown?
Will you be tied down, will you find a way out?
Consider: Life is a path of endless doubt.
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Every step of the way
Every moment of regret
of joy, of grace, of pain.
It is just a path down the drain
that is life. End of the rope.
Take your own considerations
and your own road.
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Anthology of Random Thoughts
PoetryAn area of random prose. When inspiration strikes, and there's a thought, here it is. I only ask that you (my dear reader) do not write very harsh criticisms, some of these are really dark thoughts and some of them are - my way to heal. If you know...
