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Walk me, feed me!
Bare, starved, stifled
in this temple, I lay
stagnant with abilities
shrouded in vile expectations.
Won’t find rest, in
your resist, to walk me
through a burst into
being, for purpose made
that I fulfil for humankind –
through your mortal self
riddled with doubt, in
spins of fate as on potter’s wheel.
See that you rest not, on
your oars soaked in comfort clay
or I’ll speak more, loudest till
nature hears my grouse, and
raises witnesses of stone, to
alight with sparks of necessity,
this dream laid fallow into reality!
Beautiful!
Thanks!
Bare, starved and stiffled; in this temple I lay stagnant with abilities; shrouded in vile expectation….. an honest cry of every youth deprived of genuine opportunities to live out his dreams
Absolutely, we pray all of our dreams talk us into action.
You are on point, Yugo.
Well said!