Karma

Blindness. Thoughtless. Speechless and a flame. Grabbing knees. With a sunken face. This is not a place. We grow to find happy. To be among. To find the light. To rise above. So proclaim your grounds. And know your right to it. Don't think about why you don't deserve it, or why you do. Know that all things that walk, must have something new. Something they desire, something else that someone could have never knew. Make it yours and hold it tight, know that life is not a fight. It is a balance, a key set in motion. The resonance of the sound, to reverberate in space.