I Shall Strut

Void chasms,
rugged mountains;
dry streams
empty fountains.

In life
everything ends.
Where
do you begin?

I begin
in dreams
firing neurons
filling streams.

The void
looks back.
So I just
don’t react.

For what
am I but
movement, a
casual strut.

I’m proud so
I dig deep
beneath empty
graffitied streets.

The reality;
laborious weight
supplies doubt
resentful hate.

Dig deep
past chasms
find streams
fill fountains.

Don’t stop
walking straight
strutting’s fine
defy the weight.



Categories: Pain, Passion, Perspective, Poetry

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