Are you asleep?
Maybe dreaming demons walking,
Into the open spaces, Between us, Stands,
A choice.
Pushing the passion into the sea, Seeking the meaning Of life. Better hold tight, This ride is ridiculous.
Some moments of eloquence to simply deliver serenity.
The beginning and end of you , is us.
The power in your hands I carry, waiting.
Power hungry and thirsty.
Deliverance through mercy.
Balancing weights , light as feathers.
Don’t get blown away.
Walking talking acting, up.
All paths building a tunnel, or you may prefer fortress, regardless, we are creating.
That’s the cue to the edge, of this life. Creating the moments of are choices.
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I love your word usage and the flow of this. :)