Opaque glass
Sometimes I wonder if my journey is supposed to teach me something,
Like a abstract feeling in a painting while your brushing ,
Is life trying to show me a way,
A meaning behind what people really say,
Does the journey test me by my strength,
Or by my endurance by length,
Does it define who I am inside,
Maybe that’s the reason people hide,
And does life challenge me by what I’m capable of,
Or is it god above,
Does times change based on the feeling,
Or the strong seasons through our emotions , the surrealing.
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