Sweat beads on the surface I'm so nervous, walking a barbed tight rope of life's purpose like I'm in the circus. If I fall my existence is worthless, observers cheering saying devil spear him when he hits the surface. Endless wind of negativity from the breath of jealousy threatens each contemplated step taken to escape captivity. Proclivity to flee no longer an instinct for me, pumping the blood of deceit to a brain screaming retreat. Refusal to lose refuels exacted determination to survive in my life according to my rules. I'm certain I pull the strings so the puppet masters working, and the show doesn't stop until I drop the curtain. -LIV
Negativity in abundance; all around and abound. Not our job to turn it around. but yes our job to not perpetuate or consecrate. hey chris, i can rhyme too lol. didn't think i could. thanks for the inspiration although i won't quit my day job lol. love 'ya :)
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ReplyDeleteIts nice to know you finally have a purpose to go on and now no-one can stop you to continue in your goals with life. Until you say enough! I for one like the positive attitude. Thats just me. Im not a poet. I didnt rhyme just said what I thought.
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