The Human Journey

Wisdom emanates from the simplest of conscious beings,
Explaining the intricacies of all in ancient tongues.
Golden luster coats the skin of tiny gods,
Firing shots of reality through the dusty sleeves of books long forgotten.

Rocks set in their ways gather the filth of the ages,
Trampled into the dirt, pebbles forget  their potential to build mountains.
The greatest power lies in the smallest substance,
Deep in the realm of our deceptive conscious.

Spirits knowingly invade unsuspecting bodies,
Tied to the limits of physical realities.
Bondage not easily broken by the will of man.
Pioneers tread the unplowed earth,
Lost in this new world, questioning their own worth.


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