for trivial are our lives leaving little time if any to truly see beyond our shallow graves.
and though we stride anxiously giving it our all we seldom find satisfaction nor true meaning for this gifted existence we take so granted in turn wasting time denying deliverance to free us from the cycle of self agony.
try putting less resistance though never give in persistence,
and aimlessly escaping what would seem as an impossibility,
making you one with all and not all with one.
rapidly finding new clarity
and needed understanding that all things are relative as actions set off reactions,
though never to the things beyond the ripples of the waters edge
they always stay
stronger more than stones,
craving more than rivers, Blooming them grass to fill the horizon
Calming in clarity.
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