Circumstances never define us
Turned advances, if ever they refine us
Life isn't chance, only thoughts moving behind us
What is the past but certain reminders
The future, its timeless, it is now, one enhances the mind and unbinds us
Line by line, sign by sign, we are the fire of our own refinement
Personalities never belie men, Thoughts loaded and blinding, Spirit's alignment, we are our own guidance
Invest your time spent, experience the truth with your eyes
There it lies in, in the end I am who I am
We are dying men, groups of pride, begging to differ and always trying
Blind, always turning the eyes away from the truth inside
In shame and denial, we look to the sky, as if there's something up there we are ever going to find
We weren't made, good things just come in time
Believe the truth, for the truth is in the lies, what one is taught can always be tried, experiences can never be denied
The kingdom is inside the collective divide, In the now until our demise
Or until the one true source is realized...
©Anthony D Colon 2015
Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 10:11 AM UTC
Circumstances never define us
Turned advances, if ever they refine us
Life isn't chance, only thoughts moving behind us
What is the past but certain reminders
The future, its timeless, it is now, one enhances the mind and unbinds us
Line by line, sign by sign, we are the fire of our own refinement
Personalities never belie men, Thoughts loaded and blinding, Spirit's alignment, we are our own guidance
Invest your time spent, experience the truth with your eyes
There it lies in, in the end I am who I am
We are dying men, groups of pride, begging to differ and always trying
Blind, always turning the eyes away from the truth inside
In shame and denial, we look to the sky, as if there's something up there we are ever going to find
We weren't made, good things just come in time
Believe the truth, for the truth is in the lies, what one is taught can always be tried, experiences can never be denied
The kingdom is inside the collective divide, In the now until our demise
Or until the one true source is realized...
©Anthony D Colon 2015
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