Wherever we sit,
Becomes our throne.
The place our heads lay
Becomes our home.
When the feet seek adventure
It may be time to roam.
When the head becomes clouded
It wants reminder it's not alone
When the soul hungers,
You begin to see the beauty in the unknown.
We are
Higher powers
with potential of creating shine or showers
Meta-physical radiance that can perk up wildflowers
Extraordinary energy waves
No longer to be confined by the magnificent mesh of flesh
When the light inside grows, the air becomes even more fresh.
The world seems more lively, energetic.
Things around you change and you may not expect it.
"Coincidences" occur, and many instances of "luck" persist.
One may think, "there really might be something to this.."
Insurmountable capabilities, most undiscovered.
The universe is a playground that's meant for all the lovers.
EvveRyoneofus
From touches of Divinity to infinity
We can't be contained
Though the body grows old
The soul still remains
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 8:49 PM UTC
Wherever we sit,
Becomes our throne.
The place our heads lay
Becomes our home.
When the feet seek adventure
It may be time to roam.
When the head becomes clouded
It wants reminder it's not alone
When the soul hungers,
You begin to see the beauty in the unknown.
We are
Higher powers
with potential of creating shine or showers
Meta-physical radiance that can perk up wildflowers
Extraordinary energy waves
No longer to be confined by the magnificent mesh of flesh
When the light inside grows, the air becomes even more fresh.
The world seems more lively, energetic.
Things around you change and you may not expect it.
"Coincidences" occur, and many instances of "luck" persist.
One may think, "there really might be something to this.."
Insurmountable capabilities, most undiscovered.
The universe is a playground that's meant for all the lovers.
EvveRyoneofus
From touches of Divinity to infinity
We can't be contained
Though the body grows old
The soul still remains
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