All But Toys
We all must stand tall, F or death does come; all must fall. In depressions wake, As it will come: for us all.
And yet unlike most, Who think darkness will not fade. I stand tall, alone... Two paths, the third I shall make.
I journey my life, I let no one stop me now. Not a God nor man, To move on, That is my vow.
For all are equal, This is an age without kings. Society kills, Each of the simpler things.
Just focus on what, Will be an important key. For your mind and soul, Unlock; now you are free.
All things forgotten, This within our tollorance. Within winters sleep, All shall show our ignorance.
To follow or lead, Will you go against the tide? Now this is the part Of the poem, where you can decide.
Adonis.
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