Desperation - Poem by Donald Yates
Most people live lives of quite
inspiration and pass through life in silent desperation
There are no real life experiences to draw from for life is the experience. Who can say one's experience equates to another life in any form other then the caution contained in it.
Although riches of mind must be gained with considerable effort it is with ease that our treasures may dwindle.
A thought is a passing thing that can be caught and stored for future use or ignored and lost to the minds eye forever.
No two thoughts are the same for disposition imposes discovery.
When gazing upon everyday natural wonders remember, everything within sight is for your eyes only, for no other person will experience the joys you feel in your heart.
Savor life, acknowledge the soul, and experience infinity
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