The
souls that wander
They
are never truly lost.
Those
that are unfocused
Are
always full of thought.
What
seems calm on surface
Hides
the chaos deep within.
We
keep shooting for stars
Despite
being called has-beens.
We
entwine our own demons
As
we battle their hellish fire.
Angels
watch us from afar
Reaching
for our heart's desire.
Tears
of anger trickle down
Bleeding,
forging their craft
Waves
of negativity crashing
As
imagination fights back.
The
souls that wander
They
are never astray
Inventing
and shaping.
Their
opus every day.
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