Fear not, as doubt the mind crosses,
The envy that eats the bravery of the soul,
As strength seeps through even from the lonely mind.
It is not our heart’s desire,
To break free,
The cursed shackles of the world.
The thing our soul wishes,
Is even further out of reach.
Peace,
Uneven,
Imaginary it seems,
With a sea of turmoil that rocks our core,
Running around the withered beach,
Our thoughts desire the thing they can not have,
Crying, weeping for the night of ease.
Lonely is the life,
Of those cursed with knowledge of living,
As death becomes an old friend to greet.
Unfathomable peace of mind

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