Trust
I am imprisoned in this existence of the sensesA soul drowning in this materialistic existence
Lost, in the struggle of self-discovery
Haunted by my unknown origin
A hidden past, an uncertain future
Endlessly I dwell in this spiral of time
Towards a goal, that I cannot comprehend
A destination I cannot see, cannot understand
A leaf floating on this river of energy
I blindly put my trust in this universe
Poetry by Willem
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Written on 2017-12-13 at 11:25
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