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DirectionIs there a correct way?
A pre-determined path in which we are meant to follow,
Simple for the sake of complete our unspoken mission?
I would like to say no but the world does not agree with my answer,
As if twists and turns violently,
Creating countless obstacles that appear impenetrable and unavoidable in nature,
If I possess a better view of the world I would realize the obvious,
Doors unlocking soundlessly,
Windows flying open gracefully,
Barriers disintegrating gradually,
Though I cannot see this,
I choose not to witness this questionable act of nature,
For I would rather not accept the inevitable fact,
That we are not as powerful as we seem to believe.
Furthermore, as we continue to walk along in ignorance,
No direction remains uncharted,
No door seals off a potential route,
No window denies a perfect escape,
No barrier sustains its integrity,
I am not meant know,
Nor is everyone else,
It is merely a means to seeing us off on our lively adventures.
FrozenGlimmering ice crystals,
Alluring to the eye,
Yet cool to the touch,
Calmly spread their icy kisses,
Across my chilly form,
Denying me precious heat of the dancing flame,
It continues to lick a fiery path over my flesh,
Though I can feel no warmth,
For the cold element continues to snuff out its hotness,
And further stills my body,
Into a state of numbness.
The chilly kisses quickly shift into harsh bites,
As the cold becomes more unendurable,
Cold cannot construe to this feeling,
This unbearably freezing sensation,
With the power to reduce me into nothing more than a solid ice statue.
It is almost over,
Soon those bone chilling bites will ravage my head,
Turn my lips a deep shade of blue,
Restrict what little breathing I have left,
Nullify my ability to see as clear as day,
Slow the circuitry in my brain,
Desperately trying to send its electrical impulses throughout my stilling body.
Move, move, move,
But cling to life,
Hold on just a bit longer.
FoundationFoundations are adaptable building blocks,
Meant to sustain the many pillars revolving around our society,
From the simple brick structure of a historic mansion,
To the complex works of the human body,
Whatever the case may be,
It is all held together in imperfect unity.
Sadly no foundation is perfect,
They will crumble in due time,
All we can do is prolong the decaying progress,
Until there is nothing left to save.
There may still be hope through adaptability,
Prolong our inevitable deaths permanently,
Save countless structures from premature demolition,
Redesign the order in which our society lives by,
So long as we choose to live in arrogance,
Allow greed to consume our better judgement,
Or simply decide to waste away,
Nothing will change,
And history will continue to repeat itself.
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