The sky impales me with visions,
The sight you see is not what it seems,
I work frantically to stop collisions.
The morning shines bright with desolate beams.
Which means you will be affected no matter your relation,
Or of course the lack of one,
But being innocently affected is not savory and causes desolation.
Harmony of life with a lack of strum.
Vibrations of sound too small to feel,
Yet it runs through life and is distributed, flawless,
Due to human disturbances we start to render and peal.
Yet we walk the land untrustable and undisputed, lawless.
Life stays unbalanced to keep pendulums swaying,
The sun stopped shinning the second the clouds came,
The birds stopped singing as man stopped praying.
In this world i never had a choice, so i wont hang my head in shame.
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This piece leaves me contemplative. The beauty that's hidden in the ideas is so magnificent. I'm left with a deep need for understanding the world. The last two stanzas are absolutely brilliant. The words and the the feeling of people fighting to grasp the mysteries of life. Knowing that everything is mapped so we shouldn't hold regret. We cant control what we are. Now on to the first two stanzas .. That was the best explanation how you operate that you have written. I still cant get over the "Harmony of life with a lack of strum" line. I am speechless. Your mind is beautiful baby, and I'm really enjoying you showing more of this side of yourself in your poetry. Now, keep writing, continue growing, and keep making people question everything. That is where your strength lies. I love you. =]
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