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Aug 2016
Would you truly understand me if I actually spoke to you?
Would you turn a blind eye if my thoughts were see through?
If I open my mind to you what would you really do?
In a world of strangers could you truly know me?
If the heart is a map to the soul would you care to show me?
What would it take to grow old and ask that you hold me?
In many ways we're frozen in place with time that's in motion.
Innocence is not lost, its corrupted and held out in the open.
To know what it means you must've seen what it takes to be broken.
Each impass is simply a choice that we must make.
Every obstical is merely a divide between past and fake.
If I let you inside would you hide if only for your sake?
I am a master mason for the walls that I have built.
I am a guest of Satan for the hate that I have felt.
I am the hand of God for the shame that I have dealt.
I rest on neither side, an unstable center am I.
Blessed is he who finds a sence of meaning in life.
I thought that yould try so I've ventured back into my.
One day you'll see what it means to be me,
On that day you'll find what it means to be you,
Somehow I shall show what it is to be free,
I know what you see, it lacks the color of true,
Lost in the grey a tale of light you can't believe,
There is a way out obscured by clouds is the blue.
In shackles we live meant to die in the ground.
If the chains were broken would you fly to the sound?
Would you sit there and weep for what you could have known?
Or would you lie there and sleep a lost soul to its own?
Aaron Macario
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