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Where is this life headed?
I feel like I'm in the middle of the sea
Trying to find a shore,
Realizing there has to be something more
To this rather daft existence
Trying to find the meaning of your origin,
Feels nothing more than a burden
I'd rather live a little,
For dreams that often seem brittle
All these empty pages in my book
Waiting to be scribbled down
With stories galore
Maybe what I need to work on
Is an index for the book,
So I can head towards
where I want to look.
Fate can decide, I can ignore.
The never-ending urge to control where you are going rather than letting destiny make that decision for you.
 Aug 2020 askingashe
Bish Sinha
I chose my Dreams through Time
And adorned with yours above;
Now, my Dreams are made of you
And you are made of Love.
 Aug 2020 askingashe
simon law
I will wait,              my dear,
( but I fear my endurance ),
For our souls to harmonize in joyful reunion.

For I will wait,              My love, Outside of these
skins ( And Beyond these lifetimes of
teachings ),

And suffer they will, ( beating hearts
                allow lessons )
In the flesh that we use,     to serve education,

My daring We must wait,      Allow them to
grow
For our circle to complete, their pain must flow
My Love,          Our patience will reward
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When will I get to find love?
When will I find my soulmate? I yell to above.
When will I finally hear the answer I seek?
Perhaps I do not have one. That answer is bleak.
One day I will know.
But until then, I will continue to grow.

— The End —