SURVIVAL OF HOPE. Shadows within the memory, of past existence dwell, A me, a glimpse, an image, forever for to tell, A picture now unfolding, but never quite enough, A dream or conscious thought, which one do we trust? Life it is complex, seldom black or white, It is the shades of grey that determine, which pathway is right, For contained within the illusion, the passages of me, Is the essence mankind yearns for, which can never be defined, A parallel con nuum, of choices to be made, Do we listen? Do we ignore? Or are we just afraid? Of opening up the barriers, those that don’t conform, To the way if rela ve thinking, from the moment we are born, For by blocking out possibili es, shu ng down the link, Contorts what is important, constricts the way we think, Being able to project, beyond that which we see, Reveals our inner purpose, that called des ny, For mankind walks this planet, so different yet so alike, As we all have unique capabili es, if prepared to fight, To come out of the darkness, where indecision lies, As hopes and dreams need to be believed, To eventually survive.
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