A puppet on invisible strings,
Pushed around by things long past,
Aching to assume it's stolen powers
Like the last ripples breaking on the shore of existence,
Created by a rock tossed ages ago into the center of the ocean,
All but forgotten, still very much real
I long for awareness,
I long for choice,
I long for prime causes,
I long for me
The puppet wants it's freedom,
To realize the Ocean
Cut the chains of unawareness,
Break away from the torment of my fiends,
Allow me breath as myself
This is the space where I give my Heart and Mind creative expression. This is a great way for me to process stuff that happen for me in my own life, To integrate the In with the Out.
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