The Journey

Our short existence

May be but a part

A momentary

Stop along the way

There is no

Real control;

The fates decree.

 

Though we have

The ability

To make this journey

Better

To fashion

Rewards from

Chaos.

We have thought.

A powerful tool

At our disposal.

Embrace your journey

Regardless.

 

Suffering

Is ever eminent

 

 

No one escapes.

We must not

Live for our fears,

Nor capitulate

Our future.

 

If we are anything

We are explorers

Of our own minds,

Of our space,

Of the greater

Space around us.

We have great

Imaginings.

We can conjure;

We can cajole.

We belong

To ourselves and each other.

 

Live this life

As if there were

No other.

 

 

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