Man and his Mould

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Been a while since i wrote … i guess i got caught up in the day to day again ..

The world around me gets stranger by the day … And the people i know get even more strange ..

Oscillations based on needs is a rather amusing sight … Not that it matters and i’d still do things the way i always have ..

Just another chip of respect lost along the way ..

Someone once told me if you have the heart be true to the world around you … if not at least yourself and the rest will unfold like a pack of cards …

Sometimes i weigh happiness with the scares left behind forging a character .. does it really matter this much to me or is i merely an illusion

Half my life has gone by living by these principles .. only if i could look 30 years into the future and know what the end result was

Standing at a cross road flipping a coin never did appeal to me .. but i still am

Man is still very much his own mould … its only a matter of choice ..

Cheers
Timber