The dead will laugh
For they know what is in the aftermath
What is left to be my own
In a world not ever completely shown
With an attacking ego
It must be dueled with the unspeakable feelings of the body to let go
All that which makes I unique
Invites me to grow or sink
For my mind will only calculate and analyze
That which can not be theorized
No words or sounds can be found
So it is to be and allow yourself to be the ground
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 11:50 PM UTC
The dead will laugh
For they know what is in the aftermath
What is left to be my own
In a world not ever completely shown
With an attacking ego
It must be dueled with the unspeakable feelings of the body to let go
All that which makes I unique
Invites me to grow or sink
For my mind will only calculate and analyze
That which can not be theorized
No words or sounds can be found
So it is to be and allow yourself to be the ground
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