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The Course

“You must not serve an other’s dream,” so said The Man when lately asked, “your soul drinks from a different stream that spills the life that soon shall pass.” His words did taunt the untrained ear and felled me prostrate on the ground arousing me with poem, this prayer, that I have humbly written down: “Wind-withered arrows split the air and meet their target straight and true; if only fate could likewise snare the future coveted by you.” “Such dismal thoughts of wasted time keep chipping at the marbled brim the jagged rocks they leave behind will someday trip us up again.” “Rest easy in the silent search for all too soon we stand fulfilled while ecstasy from one’s rebirth ignores the young and weak of will.” “Oh, king of your inner domain, ruler of your own remorse, remember that we live again still free to choose or change the course!”

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Date: 2/7/2019 10:39:00 PM
I am a big believer in reincarnation, so this poem appeals to me in a big way! Nice one!
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Mateus Corvinus
Date: 2/8/2019 11:49:00 AM
And some of us... are living proof. :o)