Sometimes we think too much;
not allowing ourselves enough time in the
'real world'.
Reality could be a nightmare , but
despite the turbulence
as we pass over the dark clouds.
We cannot hide for too long.
As the mind starts to darken ,consumed by
its own power.
Awake ,in your thoughts,
though others may find the exterior sleeping.
Someday there might be a balance.
But for now , we shall fight through the chaos
for it is a bittersweet battle that is yet to
show the truths of life.
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 7:49 PM UTC
Sometimes we think too much;
not allowing ourselves enough time in the
'real world'.
Reality could be a nightmare , but
despite the turbulence
as we pass over the dark clouds.
We cannot hide for too long.
As the mind starts to darken ,consumed by
its own power.
Awake ,in your thoughts,
though others may find the exterior sleeping.
Someday there might be a balance.
But for now , we shall fight through the chaos
for it is a bittersweet battle that is yet to
show the truths of life.
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