I've been on whole journeys, to move an inch, it was the extent of my laziness, what I saw in life, the pointlessness, God giveth, and he taketh away, that grand mountain of gold, removed from play, he decides everything, like a clock, ticking, the next thing, the next thing, but maybe he allows us our characters, our ego, the wealth of our experience, he hides it deep down, in case it needs to be called upon, like a connection to the abyss, a vast ocean, a mountain, it’s just an echo, a piece of the night sky, our father above, our reflection of him, what he instilled in us, maybe we can get it wrong, it can become twisted and gay, it’s a matter of preference, I liked it that way, as still as the stars above, can these children climb all the way up, is there a limit to the seed, does it wait, for space, a place where, they won’t get strangled, where they lay, the ocean waves ripple, look to the stars above, if your yearning is enough, there could be a room, and a dream may be waiting for you.

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