To pluck out the unexplored ideas
But over the far end of the string
I feel a pull pushing me down
The spark of spirit is in abundance
And I roam on the top layers of thinking
But the net of faith I am entrapped
Drags the float of my guts.hindering my break out
Bifurcating the cloud of doubt
The light just pops out its head
But in between me and my inner self
I fear an eclipse casted by the planet of faith.
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