I stood alone in an empty field, no sight of life not even a dead man’s tread. Only the sun and it’s overwhelming touch, burning fiercely like flares of love.
The sky is painted in different blues, turning every shade into a perfect hue. I see no trouble even when the wind blows harder, despite the harsh sound it isn’t enough to bother.
Carved in a flat my journey’s a bland, some say it loud just like that. There’s no ocean not even the seas, only the skies and the field for free.
Standing in between, my doubt and surety. My life points to a clear uncertainty, an indefinite definitive scenery. Finding a purpose or chasing a ghost, either of the two gives the right choices to choose.
(Poetry, Life, Motivation, Self-reflection, Daily Thoughts)
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