..fleeting.

Taking the shortcut would supposedly be ideal, but doesn't mean it would be definitely the easier path.

The road to redemption is said to be deserts.

No wonder the concept of heaven seems so believable, anything would be ecstasy after.

...non-assets.

It was all good, until that day came; the day its meaningful purpose in one's colourful life.

The day one grew up & out of one's self.. oh how one misses the status of being naïve & simple.

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...do or do not.

It was a brief moment of happiness.
Did not care if the world would end at that point.
All felt appropriate, all utopian.

Then the storm hit, out of nowhere.
Guilt, extreme guilt...for being happy.
For one's happiness leads to another's misery.
That other was one's friend, one's friend.

At that point, all that blossomed collapsed.
For that bridge had almost completely burned.
If one were to cross, the world would have ended.


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...knots.

Upon the land of growth,
Upon the land of gold,
One looks back unto that oath,
With that face when one folds.

A vessel of brothers and sisters,
As seen below a swaying rope,
All the evil and good man musters,
Sometimes shortens the tightening hope.

Looking ahead to the sun instead,
Pushing farther along and ahead,
Frowning but can't help a smile,
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..rubble.

One dreams to roam the world.
A million miles a day to get to everywhere.
See, experience, taste, and feel.
Another day; another place.

Such a journey is a dream to one, a nightmare to many more.
Nothing might be achieved of this distance covered.
Everything may be lost.
That's a motive enough for one..for the risk is such temptation to refuse.

..spectrum.

Balance should be present in all for everything to follow its natural corresponding cycle.
One tries, but cannot see this balance.
Most of the time, not only is its presence missing, its absentism is not even missed.
Yet things proceed to become and work.
Therefore, the balance is a lie.

A quick glance in the mirror shows havoc in the eye of one.
But there is balance present in one..only it is leaning towards the heavier part of the balance; hence unbalance.

One awakes.
Balance IS the unbalance itself.

..the dismissal.

Any end has a beginning,
To get to the end one has to start,
As time goes by it starts thinning,
Up to one to prove who's smart.

Trying is failing,
Doing is achieving,
Finishing is progress,
Quitting invokes distress.

Suddenly the revenant comes back,
Surprise on the face of the knowledgeable,
No one knew what made one's presence lack,
Asking was one way but One showed a bit unstable.

Many thought One a quitter,
Hence those looks and thoughts of bitter,
Only One knew what was his reason,
Remember all of nature follows its season.