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The Path Of Least Resistance
#WritcoStoryPrompt89
"Set your life on a different path." Frame a motivating tale to go along with the phrase.
Am an explorer discovering anthropological relics, surveying with permission, between a mixture, of different municipalities, far away. Exploring ancient caves. Tracing the possible steps the creator made. From the deep expanse beyond multiple galaxies. Trying to figure out the subtle voice heard when no one's there.This voice travels upon a faithful chariot with confident words attached to its side. It lands upon the open arrangements of thoughts. Lending a helping hand to those who are/were lost. The voice seems to be transforming into a familiar silluhette pressed with angel wings. A trusting spirit leaving hopefully words on the disappointed heart. Living life in various stages amazed where they are. Searching through the ancient texts, afterwards, examining the moon and stars. Calculating the exact distance between earth and Mars. I forgot to mention, I am a visual imaginative explorer at best. Imagining searching forevermore, as time takes a single step. Oh how fortunate am I. Having an imagination that spearheads throughout the atmosphere, awhile. Replicating in wavelength the crackling sounds of thunder.Deepening the oceans levels increasing signs of stormy weather.Whenever anchoring myself from the tornado that's coming. Until such time I shall embrace the sunrise forever warming. The Path of least resistance.
© Daniel Mason
"Set your life on a different path." Frame a motivating tale to go along with the phrase.
Am an explorer discovering anthropological relics, surveying with permission, between a mixture, of different municipalities, far away. Exploring ancient caves. Tracing the possible steps the creator made. From the deep expanse beyond multiple galaxies. Trying to figure out the subtle voice heard when no one's there.This voice travels upon a faithful chariot with confident words attached to its side. It lands upon the open arrangements of thoughts. Lending a helping hand to those who are/were lost. The voice seems to be transforming into a familiar silluhette pressed with angel wings. A trusting spirit leaving hopefully words on the disappointed heart. Living life in various stages amazed where they are. Searching through the ancient texts, afterwards, examining the moon and stars. Calculating the exact distance between earth and Mars. I forgot to mention, I am a visual imaginative explorer at best. Imagining searching forevermore, as time takes a single step. Oh how fortunate am I. Having an imagination that spearheads throughout the atmosphere, awhile. Replicating in wavelength the crackling sounds of thunder.Deepening the oceans levels increasing signs of stormy weather.Whenever anchoring myself from the tornado that's coming. Until such time I shall embrace the sunrise forever warming. The Path of least resistance.
© Daniel Mason
