What would we do,
If the stars were our guide,
And we knew all we needed,
To know?
Of ourselves,
We'd be free,
Together we'd see,
That it's not who you are,
But what you can be.
Is potential the only,
Road to survival,
Or is there more to life,
Than accepting your rival,
As friend?
Absolute,
Subjective,
Intrinsic,
Collective,
Superfluous,
Rejected.
1 comment:
semi-positive with a slightly discouraging note on the end.
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