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Steven Johnstone Poem
I am a giant; Piercing the clouds
Entering orbit, outsizing the sounds
I am a giant, high so high,
Everytime i begin to fly
I'm off on the run, off on the run,
An average man so close to the sun.
Am i a giant or just living a lie?
An average man, high, so high.
Copyright © Steven Johnstone | Year Posted 2014
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Steven Johnstone Poem
The infinite battle of enlightened
wisdom, against the eternal
darkness; our internal prison.
When the sun doth set, the
moon shall rise; Hades himself
under a nocturnal guise.
Engulfed in darkness our virgin
earth, yet oblivious we are in the
second of birth.
Adapt to survive, adapt to
survive; for in the morning the
sun once again will arise!
Copyright © Steven Johnstone | Year Posted 2014
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