an eagle up high, majesty in flight
me, a mouse huddled in the thick tall bush
the setting sun, purple accents of night
at the edge of a cliff, fearing the push
the rain falls, thick wet drops, hitting, splashing
the sky spits it’s rage, of thunder, anger
roaring and booming, lightning is flashing
illuminate darkness, showing danger
in these moments, i feel very alive
the stark truth appears, false becomes the real
life is not a game, not made to survive
meant to be lived, there is so much to feel
in these small pieces, i break from my shell
shake off the chains, of this self imposed hell
Self imposed hell.
We kill ourselves with those things
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fact. The only hell that exists is of our own design
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A fact huh?
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seems so to me
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🙂❤️
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