𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚖𝚎,
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 "𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢".
𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢,
𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙸’𝚖 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢.

𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚖 𝙸 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕?
𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚖 𝙸 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕?

𝙸’𝚖 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎,
𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏.
𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎,
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 ‘𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚠𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏.

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎?
𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚖 𝙸 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎?

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐,
'𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞.
𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚍𝚘,
𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝙸’𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘.

𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎.. 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎.

𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕!
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎,
𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚢 𝚖𝚎.

𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙸 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠,
𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝙸 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎?
𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎,
𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚢 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎.

𝙸’𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 ..
𝚒𝚏 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍,
𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝,
𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍.

𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 ..
𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛,
𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎,
𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎.
𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 ..
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗
𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠.

𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚠𝚗?
𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚗
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚎?
𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝙸’𝚖 𝚘𝚗 ..
𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐,
𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 ..
𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚝
𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍'𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎,
𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜,
𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗.

𝙸𝚏 𝙸 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠,
𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎,
𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚎’𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎
𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎,

𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘 ..
𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗,

𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝,
𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 ..
𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕.
𝙸𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚐𝚘.
𝚃𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍.

𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 ..
𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎,

𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙸 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠?

𝔄 𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔴𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔠𝔢𝔞𝔫,
𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔨𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔰𝔞𝔩𝔳𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫.
𝔄𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔨𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔰 𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔟𝔶𝔢,
𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔴𝔰 𝔫𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔟𝔶,
ℑ𝔱 𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱,
𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫.
𝔏𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢𝔰 𝔟𝔢,
𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔰𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔯 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔢𝔩𝔡𝔰.
ℑ𝔱’𝔰 𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔲𝔭 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪 𝔞𝔫𝔡
𝔗𝔥𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔭𝔰 𝔦𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔶.
𝔏𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔰,
𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔴𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔢𝔫 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱.
𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔴𝔞𝔳𝔶, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔪
𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔴𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔴𝔫
𝔉𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔫 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰
𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔰𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱
𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔩𝔢𝔡
𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔬𝔣 𝔡𝔞𝔴𝔫.

ℑ𝔱 𝔣𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔩𝔶 𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔣𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔞𝔶.

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔡𝔩𝔶 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔰,
“ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔢”
𝔄𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔱 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯,
𝔏𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔰 𝔬𝔲𝔱.
ℑ𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪,
𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔡𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔰
𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔨𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔡𝔯𝔶 𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔲𝔦𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔭𝔰.

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖗𝖎𝖋𝖙𝖜𝖔𝖔𝖉, 𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖎𝖙 𝖇𝖊 𝖒𝖊
𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖇𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖊,
𝕴𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖈𝖊𝖆𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊,
𝖔𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊.
𝕴’𝖑𝖑 𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖊𝖆𝖗,
𝕱𝖔𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖕𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖞 𝖜𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙.
𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖌𝖊𝖙 𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒.
𝕿𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖇𝖊,
𝕴𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖊.

Tr a i  l   s of a br o  k   e    n he a  r   t .  . .
T    a   l  es o f a b     r    o   k  en h    e   a  rt . .  .
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𝕷𝖎𝖋𝖊'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖞, 𝖌𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖆 𝖇𝖚𝖈𝖐𝖑𝖊 𝖚𝖕.

𝕷𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝖚𝖕, "𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓, 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖐!"
𝕷𝖎𝖋𝖊'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖞, 𝖌𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖆 𝖋𝖑𝖎𝖕 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖙.

𝕶𝖓𝖊𝖊𝖘 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓, 𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖚𝖕, 𝖕𝖗𝖆𝖞!
𝕷𝖎𝖋𝖊'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖞, 𝖌𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖆 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖞.

𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎, 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚢?
𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎?
𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕-𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚢, 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚞𝚢?

𝙼𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜, 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎?
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎?
𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎?

𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚊𝚕𝚕-𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎, 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎-𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚞𝚢,
𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎?

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚢,
𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝,
𝙰𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢,
𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.

𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚖𝚎,
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚋𝚒𝚐,
𝚃𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢.

𝙶𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙸'𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚑𝚞𝚑!
𝙶𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙸'𝚖 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗' 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚗𝚊𝚑?
𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎,
𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜
𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝.

Fear of not amounting to anything.
      Imperfect.

𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌...  
𝚂𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍!  
𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍.

There's bad and good,
High and low. Right and wrong,
Day and night. Heaven and earth,

If you so believe evil exists,
As there is life and death . ..

Then whose to say God doesn't exist?

𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒔. 𝑻𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅.

How every minute out there there's a poet putting his thoughts on paper.