What would you do
If you had no clue
Who was true
Or even who was you
Above your name
Besides your game
Along with your crew
We get to be new
New Year
New fear
Sometimes new career
Day by day
We fade away
Straying afar
From who we really are
You have control
More than you know
Do not let it go
Do not run and hide
There is so much more to you
That awaits inside
Seek to know what is true from foe
High from low
Desk from drawer
Right from wrong
Sing from Song
Red from blue
You know what to do...
About the Creator
Hall of mirrors
Things used to matter, before all the noise. And at that time when things still had meaning, there had been dreaming too, when dreams still mattered. And the brightest dream from those times was full of mountains and seas and smiles and the types of passion that absorbs you the way a dog is absorbed by witnessing something for the first time: with absolute presence, and awe.
By Giulia Viti6 days ago in Fiction
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