We search upon....the source of our.....mischief,
deliberately choose whom to blame,
and yet,
the true source cannot be found,
at the end of THIS yellow brick road,
some find a map,
others find religion,
some see the black abyss of nothingness swallowing them whole,
but no,
not I,
my yellow brick road,
not only continues on to virtuous places,
but has an abundance of peace,
and uncontrollable peace that,
in it's own choice,
has an inability to be.....tainted,
in doing so,
i leave you with this,
my peace is found within,
my,
God.
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very good, peacefulness of self is found only in God presence. We are to encourage one another, and inspire them in different way. Thanks to you.