Nature and Freedom

Life is short and it’s hard to conquer
You wander between the wood

Thinking about the swirling feather in the wind

Leaves that are falling are the memories of tree

It helps then to grow taller and wiser

So are the gone years of our life

There is no new way to life then you see

Success is only measured when you have set the goals

Be free and live without failure of life

Be the feather in wind

Be the tree that grows more leaves

Be the mountain that stands tall no matter who climbs it

Be the river that reaches the ocean no matter how many rocks it has to collide with

Be the sun and stars of your life because they never set for themselves

Do not wait for the others to be the star or the moon

There is light in you and amplify it and lead your way

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IDENTITY

Walking for the decades and miles Dead weight and worthless as flies Bound to end and suffer while alive Selfishness and materialistic is the drive I see you all and for what you are Immoral and vanity is your layer Above all else you think you lay One fall, and You break like all other pot clay Righteousness is your outer face When rubbed hard, Will reveal your monstrous menace Showing the fake identity is your play That is only the means to truth’s delay In the end, It will always be the reality that will prevail Fake faces and layers will be the first to fail

Innate Wanderer

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