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There are people out there that still do not understand.
I live the life of the wanderer.
The life of the wanderer lives for me.
Tis what I do.
Tis what it does for me.
At first, I was a wanderer by submission.
But I am now a wanderer by choice.
For there are too many individuals who seek perfection.
Ditching me, abandoning me, betraying me, misleading me, deceiving me.
Them individuals all seek what?
Perfection must be it because I know I am not perfect, no one is.
Perfection is but vanity.
Strive for it, and it will hold you down.
Just like the feathers of a peacock, it will only hold you down, preventing you from soaring into the midnight stars.
The only way the world shall see that is when the Pigs from hell learn to fly, but then become handicapped of flight because of the ice that consumed hell has frozen their wings.
 Nytemyzer · Wed Nov 17, 2004 @ 05:45am · 0 Comments |
