Monday, September 24, 2012


We may never conquer our limitations
Until we learn to forget the faults locked
Within the vaults of our mind's expectations.

We can speculate the future,
Even analyze the past,
But our reality depends upon
What we choose to move past. 

We may be wounded by the
Sticks and stones of
The vices of our neighbors,
We may be murdered by their words.
In the end all that will matter is
Not that our deeds were seen,
But that their echoes were heard.

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