I can hear my calling,
Through the garden:
I will follow.
Will follow grace
All the way.

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I can hear my calling,
Through the garden:
I will follow.
Will follow grace
All the way.
In time,
My thoughts turned to love and hate
And died under all the civilization.
This interpretation of life
Moulded the social order I knew...
And buried.
Trying to visualize the day,
Hoping we come back -
One day -
To rest.
Dead, deep down...
All the things had been swept over.
Go, stay out there.
Explore the walls,
Look to the sky -
What a way to wake up!
Knock the feeling,
For good this time.
“I quit bothering
A long time ago.”
Those words burning holes...
In his mind,
The walls,
In a breath-
Nothing
Trying to get somewhere,
Only -
I wonder where?
Tickling the mind to life...
Feeling the soft,
The slow,
The something:
More.
I make it sound easy,
But...
The old fairy tale,
Sometimes couldn’t help -
Even now.
As we compare
Day to day,
Week to week,
We haven’t figured out
What we’re looking for,
But we can’t give up...
We can’t give up
Going for real.
No more thinking about
Ready or not -
Let’s run.