Work work work.....
God I hate working for my dreams by way of prostituting myself to another's.
Most of my time is spent laboring for their dreams and what little time is left for me I can barely afford to spend what remains of the ink of my imagination I can barely see the paper upon which I so desire to journey.
There is in this world a missing part I dont know if it is a wheel, a cog, a lever, a hidden micro switch, or an ancient string of words from a dead language I just know that it is missing and without we are lost to live lives of many dull monochrome moments with a few fragments of bright and shiny to taunt us.
If I find that missing part would you my dearest friends clear a path to the place it belongs.
Poetry, Writing, Pontification, Illumination, Obfuscation, Realization
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3 comments:
The eternal search. Something isn't right, can't be right, yet the world continues to fumble along. Disenchantment becomes a way of life. I still seek that lever, switch, pattern of light that will begin the change. To put things in balance once again, I'd surely help clear the path.
LiVEwiRe - From you this means a great deal and ow the distance I must travel to the alter uppon which rests the missing part is lessened. I do hope the world has reduced it's relentless testing of you and further that you have weathered it and come out whole in spirit.
peace :)
Thank you very much. My wish is for us to both make it, trials, tribulations and challenges learned from. Yes, I still harbor idealism within all this bitterness. ;)
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