Thursday, April 28, 2011

True


Quiet evening alone gets attacked
Attacked by force
Attacked by anger and defeat
No one alone knows what lies ahead
And no one alone knows what will become of their future
Hold on to those moments of surety
Hold on to those moments of clarity
Reach higher day after day
Stay grounded, but soar
Shoot off, but close to the sickness
The sickness of the world
The sickness in your heart
Master it all
And your path, will be your path alone
No one else's


True

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