The World Around Me
The world around me is like a prison
Capturing the demons that live within it
Torturing their bodies, invading their souls
Held captive, waiting to be freed
Confined to their life
The world around me is like music
Forgiving and gentle
Not judging, always present and not harmful
It speaks desires and dreams, it’s self-expressing
It helps to heal and mend even the deepest wounds
The world around me is a river
Winding and turning into unknown directions
Calming and soothing to the eye
Flowing and never-ending
Mysterious and shadowy within
The world around me is like rain
Tears of the innocent that plummet to the ground
Falling, dwindling, vanishing
Changing constantly, going unnoticed
Forgotten, overlooked recollections scattered everywhere
The world around me is like clay
Taking a new shape everyday
Forming, molding into something new
Something beautiful
Something that will be remembered
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