Is It Wisdom?
When guidance is sought some would say all you have is ask.
While not all the answers will be given.
Some must be discovered, after a due given search.
To give up, is to admit living was a lie.
What is the one thing we all seek and try to defy?
That we will eventually die.
We have our blessings and our curses.
A voodoo doll, or miracle is not needed.
A continuation of all things large and small.
Looking through a rose covered glass ball.
A layer is peeled to only be repeated.
With history forever synced.
A musical with the same beat.
It's importance is not yet really seen.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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