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There is always more than what we see
There is always more than what we know

That is where the path lies for us to grow
Who knows what tomorrow will bring and what will it show?

A person, a thought, a picture a dream?
So many ways that open our mind to a new possibility

A universe exists beyond the stars we see
Our soul seeks a peace somewhere in this abundant infinity

There is no chance In a lifetime that we can lose
A lifetime is a continuous chance the we can use

Whatever is our happiness stuck on to
Is an illusion, a trick making us a fool
I dont know if im shaky or steady
Are my feet firmly set on the ground
Or am I lost and not at all ready
To see clearly or even come down.

I dont know if im honest or false
Am I being sincere or pretending
When I talk is my voice being heard
Or its drowned by the noise never-ending.

Can you feel me being in the same room
When im there with you sitting so tightly
Itching to get away, get out soon
Being close is too much, it is frightening
Do not tell me to be fine
Do not ask why i have given up!
look around you, surrounded by currents of evil
I am not talking about ghosts and demons
The only enemy known in these lives are ourselves
Humans create destruction, chaos and pain...
Born into a world of work hard then worker harder!

Maybe i want to be free, free from this imprisonment we call society...
I want to be out of the reaches from money making politicians and children craving men, why should that even be a problem?

Do not dare ever call someone a coward for taking their own lives!
Do not make someone feel bad for wanting more...
Life is the cruelest gift anyone can receive, so ****** remember to live because nothing is worse than laying on your deathbed and your final thought being regret.
Never settle for a life given to you, make your life your own x
ART
Mix the colour,
cast it on paper,
just like the nature,
the whole colour, feel like alive,
just like they have also a life.
present the thought on paper.
avoiding the scraper,
heal the mistake, with the restorer.
Its a skill, technique or craft.
Its an art.
joy of colour, cheerful flower,
feel smart, its an art.
We see the stars, that twinkle
That´s our impotence that,
we can´t see the stars that doesn´t twinkle
but they exist.
They exist in that dark universe
lightening their surrounding.
There comes a certain time for star, to
twinkle for universe,
but not every star has that potential.

and yea I am a star,
and I am fan of myself.
we all have some talents,
only those who get platform shines.
#talent_is_same
#increase_respect_for_yourself

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