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Just a poem from my mind. |
| Fastidious circumstances envelope canyons Bridges were never meant to cross these gaps In the heart, in the mind, anywhere Physical limitations are extended by imagination Creating justified means on which Wings can grow and carry us away The world is inept at judging itself Much like my self esteem Or anyone's really, no one knows As it should be conceived upon hearing Screaming inner voices upon our ears Telling us how it should go But the blind cannot see, what the deaf cannot hear Made up materials from our minds That twist and turn on their journey From one side of our conciousness To the waking dreams we find ourselves in Everyday we find reason to smile. |