Man Child
This is to the Man child, indeed, how you have grown. When are you going to learn to drop the masks you wear and really come into your own?
To think that no one sees past these. That your true self can hide away. What are you afraid of? Words mean nothing when fake smiles are put on display.
When you awaken and seek as to what is true.
Its seems that the material things, riches, possessions are all that matter to you.
You stopped listening to what really matters. Ignored that voice of guidance that speaks to you inside.
Entering a period now where you will be tested. Which morals will you turn away?
So you can keep your smiles, things and fakery. When will you become a big boy?
Maybe one day.
The signs you will receive may be unnerving.
Theres no running away from what is yet to come.
Be prepared to walk through fire. It is time now..son.
Drop the masks they no longer serve you.
Your being called to serve.
A purpose that you may not have planned.
It will be better than the numbing emptiness that is currently at hand.
Wake up man child. Remember the dream.
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