Seasons of Me

As a lil’ one

I dreamt of things

Yet to come

 

Spoke to Spirits

Those that would

Listen

 

Sensing ~

There’s something wrong

With Me

 

Praying to a vengeful God

Who, supposedly would save me

 

Fascinated by flickering flames

And the Knowledge there

Worth seeking

 

I set out~

Questioning everything

Left pondering

Right or Wrong

 

Balance is everything.

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