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Etching A Graceful Legacy
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2017 There's an etched place I'm looking to inhabit a balance
a tranquility, a pride without tempered malice
without unearned notoriety or questionable fortitude
Can we all reign victorious in spite
of the slanted rat races
of the various injustices
endured upon many a precipice
in the naked moonlight?
Is there enough time to unify?
is there enough courage to mend
active picket lines
and stagnant white picket fences?
We will not wearily collapse over any finish line today.
No, sir or madam,
this road
winds through coves and caverns
drives through rivers and rapids
and fortunately our fight
remains sewn into the fabric of time
and it's a straight line
Since I'm invited to stay here
for today and a finite tomorrow
by the coarse sand in the hourglass
I'll make the best believe and rely
on a lover's charisma in infinite supply
so when I'm dutifully reduced to rubble
my history remains cherishably defined
If i can play my cards right
time wont remember me for my demons
but rather
those beloved beings
standing honorably alongside
Why are there always sides? I
Why are there always sides? I get sick of it. Mending comes from the inside, at least as far as I can tell, too many want some turmoil.
That's a completely fair
That's a completely fair question, and I wish I had a better answer other than in my experience I've dealt with internal strife for a long time and there's always a feeling of existing as two sides of the same coin. Only with a concentrated effort can a resolve be reached, and that turmoil can get repaired...but you're right, mending will always start and end internally. And I agree, a lot of people seem to orchestrate that drama for whatever reason, and that's very frustrating to see in other people, especially if you care about them. Best wishes in finding serenity for you, and yours. Take care
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History tends to blurr in time - depending on who rules and who is doing the writing, but humans tend toward drama - in the absence of information: a balance - sought perpetually. Just when you think even, it tilts :D slc