My Thoughts

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What is there left,
When the sun lowers behind the peak,
But myself and my thoughts?

I am everything,
And yet… In others… I am nothing
Just as they are nothing to me.

This might sadden the weakest of hearts,
The weakest of minds…
The youngest of minds,
But to those that feel that the truth is true
And it shall set ye free,
To those that understand
Although the truth shall set ye free
It first shall make ye miserable;
Come and join me
And we shall share a pot of rich coffee.

My mind is everything
All else is a dance…
Was a dance…
Created by unsatisfied, confused,
Human minds…
Where it turns out,
Silence is the strongest of weapons.





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