Touching down on keys of soft beauty, manufacturing a bevy of songs for all to hear and enjoy as they are gently rocked and swayed to sleep by a lovely lullaby.
Soothing hearts battered from daylight hours of working too hard.
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Daylight streaming into my line of vision, showering me with details not seen during the night.
Excising the ebony of sadness for a while as brain cells are exercised and given free rein to express any exposed scenes transpiring before me.Scattering all senses, letting them reiterate their purposes in a variety of ways, leaving their impressions on paper for anyone to read.
A quester of knowledge, I constantly learn new things, keeping my mind young, allowing it to grow and expand with a will to live in an era of wisdom.
Toasting the atoms of subconsciousness, changing their reality to cognitive designs, putting them on display with an open mind, showing them all the world.
Is the people’s choice really a choice or a brainwashing of someone else’s ideas?
Everything is so closely incorporated, how can people tell when they are deciding something on their own, or making a decision based on another’s theories?Is the people’s choice really a choice?Or just a manufactured, mass productive ideal, belonging to a few.
Watching people live their lives, doing what they feel they must while on earth.
Taking time out, getting away every chance they get, just to catch their breath and live a little.People going about their business, doing what they can under ordinary circumstances, always trying to get ahead and divert their energy into areas other than stress.Taking matters into their own hands and releasing the heartaches left them in…
Relaxing to music of old, enjoying it’s beat and rhythm.
Trying to ignore rude people talking incessantly throughout the performance of volunteer entertainers.