Psychic Member
Kissed by the mist
In a way of no description
From ancient times
A force within me
Wonders of the earth
I ask for my time
Gone with his desire
Of creations to the end
Good or bad touch
Circumstances on demand
Emotions torment all
Nobody cares
So far away
From friends and foes alike
Individuals are trapped here
Make-believe is their reality
In control they feel
Lost by their own will
Ideas are so dear
Talk is alive and often
No strength within
Convince thyself
That is your speech
An idle doctrine of denial
Your life of fallacy
Annoys the close ones
Heaven and earth move
While you stand still
Copyright © Harold Moore | Year Posted 2012
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