Each day, I go outside with the knowledge, that any day could be my last, For this is the nature of life, within each who breathe it is not forever, Living is risking and death unavoidable, Even so I wish to see as much more as I can, to breathe more, to live more, And so I am cautious, but not paranoid.
Prisoner of your own mind, afraid to converse with your own thoughts, Restricting your language, to attain acceptance from people who no longer understand love, compassion or forgiveness, You have become the very disappointment which you once espoused to fight. Freedom is nothing but a monocle to you, that you causally place on your blind eye, As you judge others through the lens of your other lazy gaze, You have become a parasite in a joyless world with no names or foresight.
The light dove cleaving in free flight the thin air, whose resistance it feels, might imagine that her movements would be far more free and rapid in airless space.Immanuel Kant
The road ahead is hard, and the time is running out, But it is hard for us all, And the time is always running out, We are all in this together but we must not all give in to the madness together, The road ahead is hard, and the time is running out, for us all to come to our senses, and start thinking for ourselves.
Remember, the river flows freely as it finds its way, It is you that obstruct it thinking, that its strength is in the flow and not in the sustenance of its being.