|A whole circle
||[Sep. 12th, 2015|09:38 am]
Words words where are you, I have so little of you in these years.|
I only have footsteps and trials as the worlds fall dead at my fingers.
Only the call for action is sought now as I have seen the failure of words.
Though I know so many solutions can be found in you, if more of us read, and then thought independently.
If instead of secrets books held answers.
The books hold secrets because so many eyes cannot or will not interpret the charachters.
Our time divided from us and we must be focused, though no one else needs to see the vision.
What will this mean in our time and what will our life mean?
I hope to have it be a conglomeration of word and deed.
Something lasting and something passing, a whole circle.