Inevitable
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Every road you take leads you to the end
To the cliff edge you can not see
You may leave behind trail markers along the way
But that trail that you’ve marked,
The flame shimmers
To bright, dim.
White and yellow. Will it survive?
The wind slippery and furtive
The flame cries, back and forth.
Flapping----goodby----help?
Out!-------------Recoil!
We are all standing single file waiting for our turn to plunge into the deep, dark abyss.
At night I wonder, how often do two lives end in perfect unison on opposite sides of the world?
The racing of our imaginations --you argue, perhaps, that is our incentive?Lives without incentives are insane,and insanity with incentive is life.And how can we know what is beyond our mountains,
Blank pages, blank people
I am a novel not yet written
Blank beliefs, blank morals
I am hiding out for now
Corrupt faces, corrupt fiends
I avoid them at all costs
Corrupt bodies all around
I feel like a stranger in a familiar place. So, out of place my heart races as I walk through the door. I stand quiet in a corner waiting for my mind to comprehend all that was going on.
The difference between ignorance and innocence:
We lose innocence as we become less ignorant
directly proportional
inevitable
