Decorated beginnings reaching from my soul, attaching them
to intellect and flowing towards oceans of thought.
Picking at ideas like a guitar player, playing his heart
out in music of his own making.
Striking chords of eternity and fulfilling an interior
destiny with the rhythms of his soul.
Challenging moments, giving oneself doubts and fears,
while holding onto threads of interior essences, as their
passion becomes known.
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