Why is it that the skies are empty
Yet the ground is full
Swallowing up the legends and the greats
Six feet under of a sealed fate
As birds trapped in a cage
Happiness can't be found in captivity
Joy is where love has its place
To the oceans holding their secrets
To Nature being silent and elusive
As the number of grains in the sand
It is simply inconclusive
The world is a thought and a mystery
Filled in a body of bloody history
Running on energy not seen
Searching for the truth in a pile of lies
Faded maps and paths to the answer
Pushing on an endless treadmill
For Centuries
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Gold And Fire
PoetryAs gold needs fire to be purified, words need paper to be expressed... {Completed}
