A QUESTION EVERYONE SHOULD ASK

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“The world as we have created it
is a process of our thinking. It
cannot be changed without
changing our thinking.”
Albert Einstein

There are thousands and millions of questions that streams in and out of a man’s mind each day, every minute.

This way, we are easily distracted. And if it happens, it’s not necessarily our fault- but, it’s our fault when we don’t find a way to always get ourselves in check, to rethink, come back to the right thought.

Here’s a question to help with that; it as always been my compass, helping me achieve my goals.

Am I on the right track?

Are you?

According to Samuel Beckett, he said
If you don’t know where you are
currently standing, you’re dead.

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IDIOT

PROMISE, GARDEN OF EDEN, MILKY WAYS, SWARTHY, IDIOT, LOVE, BETRAY, LIE, TRUTH, DECEIVE.

You promised me the garden of Eden

You promised me the illuminating stars

You promised to dazzle me with the milky flints

You promised I could see her again

You promised she would come out of her grave.

You…. I belived you. You bloody bastard.

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I have sought for a calendar with the date of eternity

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I have sought for a calendar with the date of eternity,

On my quest have I trodden on flamey grounds of regret,

Knowledge have crossed my path that I know the identity of the wind,

Though for you I search,

But of another did I find.

Drowning in Eclipse

I’d light up a candle of hope in the cave of my past and only hope that my shadows eradicate and my sinful plague of past beginning be erased.

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I’d light up a candle of hope in the cave of my past and only hope that my shadows eradicate and my sinful plague of past beginning be erased.

I hope for gloomy days over so the luminating rays from the burning glob of sun, shines the grace of new day, a new being, upon me in my present stand.

And my stance now, fluttering with colourful flies like that from the fireflies.
I’d lost in the dome of crystal sphere, becoming a prisoner of freedom.

I hope my words never fade. Never. Not ever.