Everyone Has a purpose not all have a dream , Reading beyond the words and pictures , of life as a theater screen

With eyes you can look , but greater chance to see with use of your mind's
pages of the book, no telling the hidden mystery

Do you strive to go way past the inner makeings of what you can be ,And novel at the idea , There in lies so much you yet to see

We can all speak , even hear the microphone in which we stand behind , but do we consume and process ,or drift to the inside of our peace where we coinside.

you are shamed and even mocked for practice of truth , Even criminated for being you in your own shoes , That even equals enslavement ,and waken with misery's bruise .

Life is A looking glass , filled with injustice ,hardlessons and even many uncounted blessings , But what is it in value to just your thoughts impressions ?

I do not assume the final destination ,but know there of along the way celebrations

But in this I do stand to test waters ,and break past gates of limitations
we all indiviualize as we coexist parted by seas and oceans ,But under our creator as one nation.

In silence we bare many things swept under the rug of our deepest parts inside
we need to give voice to The place where our echo of pain need not to longer hide.



#we stand together solid and fail when we stand against each other "window2mysoul./ Mary Holt