Life


The basis of all things
Inspired by the peace supposed to be brought through from suffering
Leaving nothing but still having everything
Yet we feel empty
Like a victim of another scheme of things
With nothing but a dry vessel left to be taken up like the offering
A concept of the basis
No hesitation is supposed to be present
When presenting what makes us whole
Given what was given to us is supposed to be the cast
To mold our faces into our basis and give us life

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