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Life moves in different directions Makes me a magician, a musician, a poet, and many more, Conditions are questions that turn stupidity into issues, Feelings are like tidal waves, Starting with intensity and softening as they touch the shore. Why are there always enough feelings to occupy the mind, What is needed is enough energy to divert the mind from simulated feelings And shift the focus to sensing what's happening now How can I grow wise without a question? How can I move forward without a mission? How can I learn lessons if i don’t fall? I speak for all to know Who I am and the place I’m at, What I know and think of, i listen to all, because I am free I create passion for myself and then I create pain for myself, I’m constantly moving between passion and pain,so tell me, How can I grow wise without a question? How can I move forward without a mission? How can I learn lessons if i don’t fall? O Universe! Let me take some time to figure you out, All your beauty and your complex

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My thoughts on Superficialness Why is the world so messed up? What do people get from being something they are not? What do people get from plastering a new painting on an old wall? Maybe a change of scenery; The wall is still worn and needs to be attended to, How about strumming a new tune on a worn-out guitar? Wouldnt I use more effort to craft the tune on the worn-out guitar, compared to using a brand new guitar; Or If I cannot change my guitar, at least changing or fixing the part of the guitar, that is hampering it from producing wholesome clean sound? People like to create and live in their own customized bubble, Many-a-times people concentrate on keeping that bubble intact, forgetting about themselves and whats outside the bubble... They'll say, "As long as the bubble is ok, Im ok! I dont know about me, I dont know about you, I only want to always know that my bubble is ok. So what's your bubble? Is it really worth it creating our own bubbles that we want to live

Journey to the moon A girl walks down the road, She looks at the cars going by, She feels cool breeze touch her face and blow her hair, She also feels numb, carrying baggage of the past, Conversations faces and places she's been to, All the memories she carries with her in her heart, She says- Life's full of parts, talking to hearts, Making my day, silence and play, Stepping on stones, strengthening my bones, And so another day to dream away Of a journey to the moon; What would it be like to take a journey to the moon? As she walks down the street she sees- Couples loving each other, People sitting together, Laughing, talking and making funny faces, She stares in awe at them, wondering whats taken their mind.. To another place, to another world, to another creation of a brilliant moment She says to herself, My life's full of parts, I keep talking to hearts, Making my day silence and play, I'm stepping on stones, strenghtening my bones, And so another step on my way, On

Hold On ' What I have got to do –is finish what I’ve begun , I just don't know how But it's not over till I've won, When I see the storm is coming See the lightening patch the sky, When it's too late to run & there's terror in my eyes, What I do then is try to remember that, It's the storm,not I that’s bound to blow away. I tell myself…Hold on Hold on to someone standing by Hold on, Don't even ask or wonder why Hold on to what you know is true, Hold on till you get through When I feel my heart is pounding, Fear lurches at my door, There's no place to hide & I’m frozen to the floor, What I do then is force myself to wake up and just say, It's this dream, not me That's bound to go away, I just hold on believing there are angels on their way, What I do then is tell myself to wait and say, It's this day, not me That's bound to go away. I hold on believing It's this day, not me That's bound to go away, I Hold on Knowing the