Fear draws near as faiths light fades. Hardened hearts: Through confusion we wade. Loyalties bonds; Companions at heart. Is the end but not a brand new start? Feeling the hollow of my void withing, I search myself on mysteries whim. Struggling for peace in a world of war, I find my mystery right at my front door. At one with myself, Wisdom in bond. I take with me my mystery, in which I grow fond. We seperate ties - the end falls true. What mystery is it you take with you?
Reason for writing:
Leaving and learning - or mystery. With all my friends and loved ones,
there's always been a mystery in wisdom I've sought to find.
Everyone holds knowledge and wisdom, and seeking it through friendships
is sometimes the wisest thing we can do to truly do that person justice.
I always try to take a piece of a parting persons knowledge or wisdom with
me. Or as I call it, their 'mystery'. :)
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