Loose rocks only tumble down steep hills.
the fall will turn them in to sand.
much like a broken man falling from his prime.
it's true that life is meant to test limits.
a limit that can not be reached with thought alone.
simply by paving roads can we create a sense of knowledge and from which ensure commitment.
guidance is not what we seek.
but what we should all have.
and we must first follow a road paved by another to get there?
no,
we were born to create our own paths.
not follow a yellow brick road for an answer.
it now seems like there is no hope for some shadows without an actual person to cast it.
that's what seems to be the reason.
we are all shadows.
nothing more then a silhouette attached to what bitter aspects of life we appear to illustrate. but with lights bend we are distorted
by our position. our location in time.
and at night we are all one. there is no longer any difference between any other person.
all birthed by light's absence.
and the more we choose to seek enlightenment.
the more we fade away. and once we are no longer visible
we erase everyone around us.
bolting the locks of our fate. bridging the gaps of our teeth.
and folding the stained rough shirts from the murder scene.
blundering creep , solemn and false.
much like the other idols bestowed upon us all.
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