
Steadfast is a vision. Head strong is the mind. Conveying this illusion of time.
There seems to be something. Something familiar and missing. O, is it divine?
There are no songs for this. And I contemplate my own. Feelings are forevermore.
There is something on this Earth. Something right and not so. Something unusual.
Splendid and vast is this curiosity. How to tap into the power of the dismantled mind’s eye.
For there is so much more; invisible to us in pure. Powers are at work in constant transition.
For the bees buzz. The birds soar. Lions roar. Humans. Power in humans? We cannot see this.
For there is no other way to be in compatible afflictions. We all suffer our own fates. Powers not be known.
Is it coincidence? Fate? Karma? Who is to decide? We will never truly know this confusing amenity.
About the Creator
Dylan S
I am an inspiring writer. I have always enjoyed writing with pen and paper. Jotting down my thoughts and my own constructs of reality and make-believe, and bringing them into the world. I enjoy writing and would love to get paid doing it.


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