Fickle is the mind that wanders aimlessly searching new wonders to aim for. Solid is the soul that knows what it wants, and gets it. Faint is the heart that yearns for that which it cannot have but longs until broken. Feared is the fist that comes crashing down in demand. Slumped are the shoulders that bear the burden of all. Sympathized are the emotions ramped and uncontrollable. Tired are the eyes that see all. Hated are the thoughts that banish the goodness of the earth. Forgiven are the wrongs admitted. Lost are the beliefs that fail to realize. Loved are the lives open to suggestion.
Aimlessly I wander in my mind searching for new wonders to aim for. In my soul, I know, without a doubt, what it is that I want and I grasp for it. Broken is my heart for the want of peace on this earth; although I bring my fist crashing down in demand, my shoulders ache from the effort of the burden borne for years. Depressed my emotions trample my sympathies with never a look back. My eyes are dry from the constant view, begging for the sleep of ages. I hold contempt for my lack of positivity as my thoughts dwell on the darkness. Not all my wrongs have been admitted, thus I am not forgiven. I fail to believe but this I realize! I love mankind! My suggestion is to continue, become, grow, live, learn, love, and forgive all that seems insignificant because nothing is…
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