Moonlit tracks,
shadows loom large.
Let those specs
illuminate
your march.
-
How often
do we soften
our view
such that we can pursue
what we really
wish to do?
-
I may pursue to outdo you,
chew coke
just to screw you
end up broke
cause I knew you.
-
Let's go back
to a time
that I wish
still was mine
to let sunlight shine
on a spotless mind.
About the Creator
Paul Fingl
I learn life by living - and writing helps with that.
Every day is a mystery to begin with.
Reject the mundane. Live fully.
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Softened eyes look where the soul sees. If time turned back, no one would do coke. Because what was loved remains. (Never numb yourselves… always stand tall)