Sunday, April 3, 2011

Ignorance

In the midst of the night,
I breathe
Deeply, wholly
Serenity
I do not think at all
I do not feel anything
Silently, my gaze turns to the stars
Sparkling, bright
Like my hope for the future
Sincere, true
Two things you are not
You are helpless and insecure
But I do not think at all
It scares me
Thinking is knowing
Knowing how you feel and accepting it
It is easier to rejoice in the present
Unknowing and happy
Free of doubt and full of assurance
Success.

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