We are but simple revelations to the moments presented to us.
Some faulter, others remain decisive
The difference miles apart from expectation
Fool to believe that by going back in time he'd know me
Dreams unrealized, frustrated by circumstance
shields the unveiling of knowledge while fueling curiosity
Still he persisted...consequence of little or no concern
The center of attention alone in the crowd
writing thoughts down that yielded no revelations
the truth held back, tightly vested and guarded by private counsel
the great orator who would choose to say nothing
yet intently listened to
Where do you go when your wishes take flight?
Whether in Rome or right here in Texas I simply remain.
He poses himself to gain all that he has lost
reclaim with wit, charm and manipulation
tools in an arsenal, readying himself for a hushed battle to win an imaginary war
Avenues
corners where we'd hide our true selves
light shed
would serve no real purpose now
still you'd seek
if nothing else then for minuscule comprehension
The truth lies somewhere between action/vacillation
We open windows knowing inherently that this will cause doors to slam shut
rarely do we take the time, the effort to peer through
After the dust settles
the dirt still remains callously ignored; lying perilously onto the floor
Given wings we take flight
soaring towards the burst of sky awaiting
or crash back to earth...decimating the belief that we are able to achieve
So many believe that I travel merely to leave behind
I haven't left yet
When I do go,
and I will go
my life will still be mine
belonging to fates desire alone.
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I hope that your week was a tastic one, that all of your dreams don't lie in stasis
that you set your priorities and actively seek to achieve them;
if not, then they shall only remain as dreams yeh?
From my hand to yours,
Sawyer Saint Andrews
