a repeated lesson lost in time,
interesting you dont say what you mean,
on the souls of our ancestors we climb
a story of mistakes untold,
but so many times repeated,
why is this what we always do?
in our ways we are conceited
but i will cling on to my message of hope,
to break the wheel of time and fate,
to follow a path much closer to heart,
and cleanse my soul of sadness and hate.
a dream this must seem to you not awake,
an echo of silence cast through an abyss,
a wisp of a handle hold on a cloud as it seems,
an opportunity i plead that no one should miss."
Jiwa Dancer
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