Being is what is hard
living is in regards to your heart
We seek what is tangible
But doubt our spiritual animals
For, are we not mysical creatures
That came into existence
Existence is suffering
But, are we made to suffer alone?
Why suffer in the abyss?
When you can express your pain in the light
illustrating the motionless color of your struggle
Everyone watching your reflection
When the only reflection that exists
Is the shadow of your regret
the spirit of denial
Scare to accept the reality
of your Blues that echo Rhythms inaccuracy
Where your Heart walks forward
in the flame we call life.
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