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There are fears I can't stand for when there are reasons to get out from under them We cast stones and hide the hand for there are chances To find we're doing too well Lying to ourselves wanting it all here and now complaining about frustration but so afraid of existencially change Scared of the truth we don't want to know, carrying our heavy brains along that feel so full and despoiled the same So high and dry once roots pull us deeper we're too fooled and stuck But eyes start whining shouting out loud We pretend to care of our mistreated spirit but it's left alone fixing us spilling visions of good things bigger and closer than they really were somehow kept in mind by heart because being made of love we're meant to see and feel and be who we really are.
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Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 1:59 PM UTC
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There are fears I can't stand for when there are reasons to get out from under them We cast stones and hide the hand for there are chances To find we're doing too well Lying to ourselves wanting it all here and now complaining about frustration but so afraid of existencially change Scared of the truth we don't want to know, carrying our heavy brains along that feel so full and despoiled the same So high and dry once roots pull us deeper we're too fooled and stuck But eyes start whining shouting out loud We pretend to care of our mistreated spirit but it's left alone fixing us spilling visions of good things bigger and closer than they really were somehow kept in mind by heart because being made of love we're meant to see and feel and be who we really are.
We do things in life that make us who we are, that's why we change, but please keep in touch with your true self which grows up with you, getting older and wiser as you do. Be true, search for the truth, give truth, don't act like you think others want you to be, don't do things they want you to do just to be accepted... don't make anybody fool... it's not good for them and for you first of all. I was so craving for writing a new piece that maybe it is not really good... But inspiration and intentions are authentic.
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Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 1:59 PM UTC
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