Something sullen, deep distrust, to many dead ends- Burgeoned beliefs in a small cage for an infant- She never left it...she never disowned it- Her fear transformed into pride and independence- Options and doors flung open- From youth to her elderly age- She closed all of them...why is her fear so strong? And time fell down from the skies like thousands of meteorites- And each she saw, she saw the beauty- Entranced and incensed she does nothing with it- With each blink she let each one slip- With what rational, logic, emotion, reasoning, philosophy- Religion, could she use as a prism to peer through- And I’m her son...her flesh and blood- I have no answers-Birth sign: Libra
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