menacing in its passive manner...
I wander aimlessly,
yet am full of purpose.
The landscape is boundless,
yet i can barely see the next step i am about to take.
occasionaly i come acros something familiar
a rock or a tree,
sometimes a face,
but always it is swallowd by the mist
A pale ball of white hot flame burns with the blinding light of relisation,
but is veiled by thick dark clouds of dependance.
i wander aimlessly
yet am full of purpose.
lost in the past,
blind to the present,
looking for the future.
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