It's me, the real me you know
that I wish you would see
the psyche that stands before you
beyond attires of worldly need,
it's there only when you can see
really see you know.
Would the world a lesser chaos be
if we saw, really saw you know
what prevails beyond
all that allure us so?
What all that means really simple
you know
it's acknowledging the truth
for what is
beyond the colors of greed.
The soil gives life
to seeds that seek light
from deep within
likewise,
I have found peace
in the eternity of my being
hold my hand, will you please?
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 7:27 AM UTC
It's me, the real me you know
that I wish you would see
the psyche that stands before you
beyond attires of worldly need,
it's there only when you can see
really see you know.
Would the world a lesser chaos be
if we saw, really saw you know
what prevails beyond
all that allure us so?
What all that means really simple
you know
it's acknowledging the truth
for what is
beyond the colors of greed.
The soil gives life
to seeds that seek light
from deep within
likewise,
I have found peace
in the eternity of my being
hold my hand, will you please?
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