Do I really care
To see the soul in things anymore
The essence flowing through
The veins of beings
Or would I rather
Just see a stone for what it is
A lifeless cold grey piece of matter
Left to sit and stew in its own
Isolation
Pondering its nature
trying to stray from it
wandering away from the path
Which was chosen for it from the moment of creation
Or do I chose to remain a poet.

12/31/2012

Posted on 01/01/2013
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