Looking at the many amenties of life I just cant grasp the concept of reasoning as to why my blind eyes don't see the future of my own light. My eyes are impaired to visualize the many issues of solitude in their world, yet not mines. The reasoning to my calling is yet unclear, so undefined with a wit of sarcasm I can only convey my emotions that way. Yet when it comes to me, I as a being I'm distraught about what seems to be a million mile distance from love, understanding, and trust. My eyes can seem to capture and stay focus on the path that has been empathized and paved neatly out for me, I want to rebel make my own but in the storm of it all I just want to be.
Old Poem.
Random.
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