The treasures of insight that rest in this being
Purpose devised to open up the world of no
Feelings
Wandering in notions
Pausing controllable moments
The second calling yelling loudly
Faces recognizable in motion
Devious plans inflate the ego of ign’ant man—
Coerced in;
Finding definitions to make a reason for their purpose
When that’s all, there is,
Finding the reason why you live
Pushing the limits of your sentence
Sent here from heaven
You choose which way you head in
Confined universe held inside our ascending pitfalls
You fail, and the fire in you breakthrough as anger
Feeding on all the negative shit, you’ve been through
To finally push down that wall
That wall that’s kept you in place
That wall that has been an obstacle since adolescent days
The barrier between you and the Universe you hide within
Confined became a Universe.
About the Creator
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