All the world experiences
Love and loss we try to calculate the cost
For every lost friendship or faded love
We search the heavens for answers above
When we stay to long trying to reclaim tainted love
So much we lost weighs upon our mind as we try to cope with what we leave behind
Every soul bares the scars
As we try to connect with the things we are seeing
Thinking why is so hard connecting to another human being
In life there will be many lessons some so good you will call them blessings
If you are afraid to step out for fear of the unknown
Your destiny is what you will leave behind by the seeds you have sown
Fear like a root that will leave you isolated and feeling alone
Freedom of thought seems unchained and free
Being told what you can and can’t say how free can it be
Hating the one who broke your heart the pain you experience is not the biggest part
It may sound contrite but true regardless of whatever they did it only hurts you
The lesson is simple it could be carved in stone Even if you are by yourself you are never alone
Wisdom is eternal and challenges our mind
Many who came before left us knowledge behind
We walk blind and try to see
Searching our mind trying to find what we leave behind
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Gregory Anderson
I am a writer and filmmaker director & author. Writing has always been a passion for me. I wrote and directed a play called “The Rosary” which traveled around for a few years. My book “Poetic steps in time and season” is available online
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