As I walk these endless halls of truth
Doors full of lies
Temptation profoundly greater with each step
Groans and whimpers of self that die
Rounding wonders of stationary dreams
Discovering beauty in the little things
Before this journey comes to a halt
At the point which my body begins to collapse and my feet begin to ache
As I try to get this thing called life to fall in direction that satisfies me
But instead it alludes me
Troubled thoughts of disconnected, mislead understandings of worth
Falling into my inner essence
Leaving behind my crumbling foundation of pessimistic thoughts
As I realize the world continues to change around me and I no longer delude myself into thinking control is mine...
About the Creator
TโMonai
I enjoy the mystery of discovering new sides to an individual. Feeling capable and welcome to break out of your shell. And I believe writing is a method to encourage growth and the more novel more hidden sides of self.
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