..sinking.

Onwards with the right notes; everything flows perfectly, even on judgement day.
All along for the ride of a lifetime, until it ends abruptly just like it had started.

If the journey is more important than the destination itself, why limit one's paths?

As the smooth stone breaches the surface of the ocean, it chose its resting place after having skimmed eleven times.

Ten splashes marked the eleven places the stone could have stopped, but did not.

Even then its journey had not reached its end, for the stone sank many leagues down into the unknown abyss making its existence more or less unknown and virtually pointless.

One could say, the stone succeeded in reaching a higher number but failed at staying on its mark.

..catalyptic.

Brought up to believe this world is perfect, when it's not even close to good.

The illusion of being what is not seems to satisfy most by being oblivious to the problems & difficulties surrounding everything & everyone.

This is not right, cannot mend this alone.

..break.

Eye of the misshapen,
Eye of the mistaken,
All this within one's sight,
All this induces fright.

Hope not for change to come,
Hope just to play this drum,
Playing the tones adrift,
Playing what seems a gift.

Brush away the tainted,
Brush for the acquainted,
Embrace the ever-going now,
Embrace with your own vow.

..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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