Behind my constant thoughts,
there is truth, there is greatness.
Behind my doubts,
there is truth, there is greatness.
Behind my inertia,
there is truth, there is greatness.
Behind my worries,
there is truth, there is greatness.
Behind falsehood,
there is truth, there is greatness.
Behind, underneath, and at the bottom of the many complexities inside me, lies a truth so great it can turn an isolated, cold winter into a vibrant and warm spring. So great it can turn the sky from gray to blue, can water the Earth, turn indifference into love, and misunderstanding into full and complete understanding. Beneath all the complexity, down in the depths of the abyss inside of me, is who I really am.
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Poems Of A Wanderer
PoetryA collection of my writings both poetry and prose. (Cover credited to @wildtelutubie)
