The rugged ground snarls below me
I am super sonically high
Limitless boundless infinity sky
Burning churning turning
Yearning, listening, learning
Beacon named discernment
Provides soul clearing
Life is what it is
Hard
Cold
Soft
Faint
Strong
Farce
Broken
You won’t get far with just looks and a slogan
Fear shouldn’t ever be endearing
Misery can’t be used to replace shortcomings
Dreams cannot be realized in shards
Can’t live and simply skip to only the good parts
Experience a strict yet loving teacher
For those willing to receive the message
Openness to learn the hidden lessons
Truthful hyperboles interchangeable at any given moment
Are you the rock or the water?
Sometimes it’s ourselves which morphs into our greatest opponent.
About the Creator
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