Relative thinking…
Everything here is a choice,
so rely on your inner voice.
Sometimes choose not to be a part,
cannot escape until from here I depart.
Pain is the same, how it comes is relative,
about the other side, we tend to be inquisitive.
There’s balance in the way its given,
we are all the one, unique and the chosen.
Expressions making impressions,
impression though is a form of delusion.
We love to form a picture-assume and presume,
until from truth we start and resume.
Past always a refuge,
future a dream so huge.
Present swinging in the middle,
always in the state of befuddle.
Quest for an answer unreachable,
zest for a life ever impregnable.
There’s nothing like right or wrong,
sometimes to be weak is to be strong.
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I am not what I say but what you perceive...
I am not what I give but what you receive.//
I am just a normal young fellow,
I am my true self when I am mellow.///
Revealing my self in my thoughts,
telling my state in varied words.//
At the end of the day I am here to fade away,
it's just a matter of time before I sway.///
To be dead and gone,
into oblivion all alone.//
Would leave behind these roads,
traces of me in the form of words.///
wow, great poem, great thought
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