A life, full of dark ages
running before God, i know not
wanting to get the needed; inability a source of deep sea
rivers from the eyes.
imagination a light in the dark.
inability to see its negative. above water is sea
dreams rushing thru.
A place like home exists in the desert
am not a kid, self denial a watchworld
when to drop the treasure i know not!
the main of life is in its inability to get all.
imagination a key to get all.
Can it be likened to what called faith?
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