Maverick St.Claire

A Sparrow, A Man

A fear to think about what you have always wanted to be.
We never have what we need.
But we think we always need what we want.
But in the end we always need a sense of needing something we want to need.
I don't know where we would go without it.
We are all just lost souls,
Forged from clay.
Sculpted with masks of many expressions.

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