Paper thin success swearing I’ll feel fine chasing fickle finish lines.
What is success in a world determined to destroy itself?
Can’t look to anyone I see for greatness although some yell louder than others.
Big noises drive attention, behind the scenes folks receive buried mentions.
Pondering why acclaim matters in a dry stick world fit for flames, it doesn’t.
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Remember hope shown through my vessel and focus on the powerful source.
Ask God regarding how you feel lost but know nothing of the course.
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If this life was everything well, we all should cry.
If human opinion matters most why try?
Unstable, untrustworthy, flattering with a knife out of view, swear loyalty, tomorrow, who are you?
Seeing the surface, missing significant pebbles of purpose calm underneath.
Paper thin for shelter.
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