Self Relfection - Without An Ending
He seemed confused.
All he ever wanted, only a dream,
An aspiration dwelling somewhere between
himself and the depths of space...
The depth of space was more logical.
Quite easy to grasp the inability of his "potential",
yet his potential was easily defined by the persistance of his will---
Brilliance seemed to be nothing that is inherited but acquired by perserverance
and duty.
Peace and quiet again-
Recovery did not come from isolation,
it was a hypocritical way of dealing with situations, but-
It was HIS only way to seek consolation...
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