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Memories full of aching branches of a ghost tree sometimes a dim light captures my eye, and while I walk on the way to it the arrival has a brush with dark forces turning off visibility It's like being constrained by a puppeteer controlling every step, monitoring every move And you know you can't trust anyone And you know you can't blame anyone They say you create your destiny We are told we are responsible for all the faults and flaws success and glory wealth and health But how can we create our Destiny if the others' agency is unpredictable in this blindfolded chess game they call life.
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Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 8:43 AM UTC
Chess game
Memories full of aching branches of a ghost tree sometimes a dim light captures my eye, and while I walk on the way to it the arrival has a brush with dark forces turning off visibility It's like being constrained by a puppeteer controlling every step, monitoring every move And you know you can't trust anyone And you know you can't blame anyone They say you create your destiny We are told we are responsible for all the faults and flaws success and glory wealth and health But how can we create our Destiny if the others' agency is unpredictable in this blindfolded chess game they call life.
Ok life is wonderful but sometimes it is hard to go through a lot of trouble
#life#chess#game#memories#dim#light#dark#force
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Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 8:43 AM UTC
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