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Machine of Life


The machine of life

test of our abilities

choose what makes us

what our fall will be

our relations the fuel

friends the oil that keeps us pumping

mean people push our buttons

to cause trouble in the system to make

us as people sharp and rough 

 

Support the band-aid

confidence the supplement 

within each of us the key to prosper

all doors are right for the key

people push us to discover our own key

 

inspire in others the drive to find oneself

like others for whom they are

your friends push you to your best

life reminds us we are but cogs in a machine which

depends on the community we share

on a daily basis as

it will never go away

 

experience the manic possibilities which

makes life so interesting to

us as we delve and explore

who we are and choose who

we are with

are we so different from the people around us

 

if a person is fake with you

you are looking at a mere projection

don't belittle this person however

hate is the destroyer of possibility

your instincts wont lie a

friend is always a friend

a projection still holds truth

little can hide even when secrets

are swept under the rug of distraction

they burn a hole in ones soul 

truly these secrets we hold are apart of us

your choice to hide it is like silencing a

friend who only wishes to remind you of your beginning

 

Family is the foundation 

is yours one of sand or stone

the chances we get can determine what happens

most of our lives however is left to chance

important people must be kept close because any-

thing can tear your world apart however

even when a twister threatens you

if your relations are strong

they're the carpenters which will build your house stronger

not having a network forces those who aren't

related in anyway to join each other's world for the better or worse

 

To truly understand one another

trust must be developed and mutuality establishes

others shoes fit differently

you never know about the holes or stones

must you experience what another has

first things first is to be one with you

trust yourself and your actions

yourself is the sometimes the hardest person to get to know

 

Separate people are but separate pieces of the puzzle

we need one another to make one part of a picture

are there only one set of pieces one can join

only people who drive you

pieces in a machine

of the many pieces however

the picture become anew

full sections become unique with other people

picture your life with people who weren't destiny beauty still resides

 

damaged is but a word for something that is different

goods are but a way to describe an opinion 

are damages bad or are they opportunities

sometimes the only way to make anything better is damage

the strongest metals are burned in the hottest flames

most are afraid of the head

treasured is not a quality but how someone sees it

 

 

 

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