Brow furrows, forehead creases pressed to the lines of your palms
What happens, what's next, I'm young but I can see the hands fly
I'm confused, motivated, depressed, fiery, calm,
intrigued, mixed, oh so many qualms
Build your facade, hold it steady,
defense mechanisms seen as charismatic and potential
Lies and truths overlap, distinguish and adjust,
realize and deflect, forge ahead
Kill with kindness, do what's right,
shock them in a positive manner, that's the differential
Mistake no kindness for weakness, book by it's cover,
frown for a menace, explore instead
With resolve, it falls into place with blurred lines and simple realization
It's not as complex as you think,
the connections are there plain as the necessities are bare
Keep your eyes trained on the horizon,
psyche grips the destination
We all have it inside of us,
these great qualities are not at all rare.
- Blake Butler
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3 comments:
Good shot...love the colors!
So beautiful!
Erica! Thank you so much for your lovely comment! You made my night brighter : )
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