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(I wrote this for one my greatest friends and ever so talented roleplayers: Mute Black Sheep.)
~PLACE~
There exists a river
of sadness.
Its first beginnings
a trickle, a simple flow.
Further down its being,
its currents rush strong.
It threatens to suck you in,
pull you,
eat you,
consume you.
Lost now, you flow with
it unseeing but know
At anytime, help may
come, that there is
a chance,
a hope,
a will.
But time passes quickly.
Suddenly the river falls
and all is laid out before
you in the final moment
of
clarity.
There exists an ocean.
It is the products of
mankind,
the harmful chemicals-
Wastes.
Twisting within it,
you fight,
cry,
or surrender.
And it is a wonder how
many though one end or
begin here.
The trickling river is
easy to follow,
Much like the Fool.
Hidden behind the grain
is the boulder,
the bump,
the root.
Understand there is
never always a way out.
Understand there is
always never a way out.
Swim or die...
Die or dream...
Learn, grow, become.
This is what it is,
it cannot be changed.
Coexist and move forth.
Make what you can
of it all.
There exists a beach
of
Everything and Nothing.
The gate,
the break.
Standing on its sandy
fortunes.
The pleasure winds
sing.
Set forth once more,
challenge destiny.
Yet the world is
round
And rounded we
travel.
There exists a river
of sadness.
Faced again.
Familiar.
Know that in after rounds,
Our second and many births,
That we stand not alone,
but allied,
friended,
bonded.
No longer the river
of sadness.
There exists the river
of life.
There exists the ocean
of humanity.
There exists the beach
of change.
There exists world.
 Rurouni Mori · Wed May 05, 2010 @ 03:21am · 0 Comments |
