January 15th, 2020

Updated: Apr 15

Adorn your responsibility to a life well lived, a higher power once said, a higher self now lived, just a few steps out, your duty is to arrive, as a comprehensive pseudonym for limitless human belief in a derivation of common folklore that we all can be, our eternity within, our forced persistence in our presence, a path well worn, from journeys of beginnings to journeys to understand, a mountain is but a hill, an easy hope when you stride in conscious musing gazing towards your inward light; lit, as a trail in leading so each door is closed then lost to the skies, a recognition now that no door is in sight, gone into a journey, a marksman on his hike, making his path one step anew without fear or concern for what this is all for, a mere form of thought is enough because once again, like the day he was born from Orion’s loin, this marksman only lives in the light


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