Just a doodle.
You're human, aren't you?
You're weak,
You let things get under your skin,
Let them take you a place you don't want to go,
But yet, you follow, blind and scared,
Your ability of question or even walking away,
Have been used up and decided by you, not to act or do,
And yet, you made yourself a slave to an invisible submission,
You're strong,
You take on the powerful with nothing but words and fists,
Take them to a place that have no historical stands,
Precedents or moments,
And yet, this is not your concern to see squirming,
Your ability to be heard, known and even feared,
Is the testament among the giants who want to inprison you,
And with this, you made yourself, a master,
Every day you live, you become stronger,
And more wise, whether you like it or not,
And this is all do to endurance,
Being tested, making choices,
Living your life,
A process you have no right to end,
Or do you?,
It's so easy to predict the end,
That we are afraid to live the day,
Maybe Yoda is right,
"For my ally is the Force,
And a powerful ally it is,
Life creates it, makes it grow,
Its energy surrounds us and binds us"
We are more than what we judge we are,
The hardest thing to do is to prove it,
Not to them, but to ourselves,
Such a movement that is on and off,
But never ends,
Because we live this life,
We live among the judges,
And we are human, aren't we?,
The dancer moves without a trace,
Poetry by Saga
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Written on 2007-04-28 at 02:11
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