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I search for me
I wander, lost, with heart astray
Seeking the truth, the self I've known
Through paths that wind, where darkness is sown
The forgotten shelf, where memories sleep
Echoes of the past, in whispers creep
The footsteps I've taken, where do they lead?
Through labyrinths of thought, where doubts proceed
In the mirror's gaze, I search for a face
A reflection of truth, in a uncertain place
Is that the me, who stands before my eyes?
Or just a shadow, of a distant surprise?
The pages of my past, like autumn leaves
Crisp and worn, with stories that deceive
Words and memories, like whispers in the night
Secrets untold, in the silence of forgotten light
Who has truly looked, into the depths of time?
Where have I been, in the silence of forgotten rhyme?
In the stillness of the night, I hear a call
To seek the truth, and stand tall
The winding road, that stretches far and wide
Leads me to the edge, of the unknown tide
Where the horizon meets the sky
And the truth I seek, begins to come alive
In the silence of forgotten times
I'll find my way, through the shadows that align
And when the dawn, breaks through the night
I'll stand as one, in the light of my true sight.
Seeking the truth, the self I've known
Through paths that wind, where darkness is sown
The forgotten shelf, where memories sleep
Echoes of the past, in whispers creep
The footsteps I've taken, where do they lead?
Through labyrinths of thought, where doubts proceed
In the mirror's gaze, I search for a face
A reflection of truth, in a uncertain place
Is that the me, who stands before my eyes?
Or just a shadow, of a distant surprise?
The pages of my past, like autumn leaves
Crisp and worn, with stories that deceive
Words and memories, like whispers in the night
Secrets untold, in the silence of forgotten light
Who has truly looked, into the depths of time?
Where have I been, in the silence of forgotten rhyme?
In the stillness of the night, I hear a call
To seek the truth, and stand tall
The winding road, that stretches far and wide
Leads me to the edge, of the unknown tide
Where the horizon meets the sky
And the truth I seek, begins to come alive
In the silence of forgotten times
I'll find my way, through the shadows that align
And when the dawn, breaks through the night
I'll stand as one, in the light of my true sight.
Published 24th Mar 2014
| Edited 22nd Jan 2025
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- Edited 24th Mar 2014 2:10pm
24th Mar 2014 1:57pm
And what does dying accomplish? It will not change this world. You might still see it after death, and walk among those here left behind. Do something to help a friend through the trials.
(Did you ever watch Christmas Carol, where the ghost shows Scrooge all the selfish people who died and haunt the earth, moaning because they did not help another person while alive? They grieve because they no longer have the opportunity to relieve another's sorrows.)
(Did you ever watch Christmas Carol, where the ghost shows Scrooge all the selfish people who died and haunt the earth, moaning because they did not help another person while alive? They grieve because they no longer have the opportunity to relieve another's sorrows.)
