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Together in Solitude

Today this morning as the sun begins to rise Deep in thought my soul opens and I realize Life isnt brought to us for our own goal or purpose We, each one, spinning with solid dedication Begins anothers endless rotation Singlely working toward its own elevation Gears of a welll oiled creation Our goals centered around our own reality Each day each one growing older maybe not equally Headed toward our own destiny Propelling another in their own identity Your journey brings dents and possibly a scar All the while making us who we are Distances taking you no where yet bringing us so far Much like the parts of a well built car. As we spin so elequently never realizing our world depends on another Maybe a stranger, a friend, perhaps your mother Endlessly we spin blindly propelling each other Yet we live for ourselves, getting nowhere. oh brother! This day I close my eyes and thoughts turn inward on my own soul Where its hard to reflect but still inwardly I go Looking back I see my accomplishments and the things opportunitys or moments I blowed. But from this day forward there are things I know. This gear, this single piece of a very large creation content with my own existence a world made from my own imagination. But now not so blindly beginning anothers rotation Instead of spinning with just dedication I'll put my heart into the equation

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Date: 11/23/2016 3:19:00 PM
Interesting insight Rose. Well done.
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