Dims, Sparks, Brights, Darks, the nature of the souls on Earth. All the same, all alike, at the moment of their birth... Where they were, they won't remain, changing with each breath... Outside alters Inside's light, then passes on with death. Dims, the souls that most men are, souls of "you and me," They go through life hiding light, with eyes only they see. Learning not of their true selves, they care not for their own. Through twists of Mind, Heart, and Need, they ever are alone. Sparks are they who have kept a portion of their form, in the world's cold expanses, their souls have kept part warm. Learning more than most mankind, they know not how to win... Better yet than most they are, their choice lies close within. Brights are those that glow with light, brighter than the sun... Even in a million souls, quite rare is even one. Changing each whose hearts they touch, tainted not by life... Lighting souls even souls of Dark, they yet can fall to strife. Darks are they of evil sway, given in to blight, Taking all they can in life, caring not for right. People, Things, are all the same, using what they will, They have given up their core, which once their souls did fill. Thus it is, deep within, the nature of each man, Each threads their way through one's life, becoming what they can. Yet each of you has a choice, when this work does end, to look deep inside one's self and choose one's soul again.
Reason for writing:
Kinda hard to explain. BTW, this was copy and pasted from my WordPad, so I hope the layout looks OK. Also, any 'male' references refer to all "humanity". This refers to guys and gals alike.
Birth sign: Taurus
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