Good, until I wasn’t
Happy, until I’m not
Wise, until I’m ignorant
The pains of the toils have no effects on the wind
Kissing loved ones is only felt in the rain
Now I understand that sounds bring joy as a heart is only alone until it’s heard
Stifle your truth, Gods watching
Close your ears, the enemy sees you
There's no greater reward than to be awake in woe, in fullness and
whole
Yet stripped,
and left wondering, where did the energy go?
About the Creator
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