We live between the lines,
Of daily life.
As we grow and mature,
Life, like a slow curtain,
Reveals itself,
For what it really is,
The slow passing of time,
Engulfs us with its experiences,
Time morphs,
Our perception of reality,
Turning it to many things
What we are is but a myriad of threads,
Carrying what we manifest,
From within,
Into existence.
Our parent's teachings,
Our experiences,
Our friends,
Our first impression of love,
Our first pain filled moment.
Everything builds us,
Slowly forging a foundation,
That with time,
Molds us into what we are today.
That is the very foundation of what we are,
We are souls in charge of a finite vessel,
Walking an environment engulfed,
In a perfectly made circle,
Aware of or being,
We are today,
And regardless of anything,
Gone tomorrow.
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PoetryThe purpose of this poetry book is one of defiance. Not to others, or anything in particular. It is against the war we wage internally, against ourselves every day. There is no bigger challenge in life than facing your thoughts, your true emotions...
