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By Shane108   |   Watch
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Published: November 18, 2004
I look around and see them.
The others, not me.
What are they thinking behind those closed faces
Their eyes give me a peak into thatsecret realm,
But I am thrown out in confusion.
The masses surround me with their clamer
for attention! and quest for something else
Not the importance, pride or glamour
But they look at others for guidance
Instead of looking ito their own hearts
For more than a path, a guide to
Guide the poor seeker into the embrace
Of love...
Of purity...
Of self.
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© 2004 - 2019 Shane108
When you look through the eyes of a witness, nothing escapes your attention...
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sfewster's avatar
Wow that quite true, peer pressure it sounds like.and insecureness
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very powerful!
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Fool-On-The-Hill's avatar
I particularly like the ending here, and the language used. Great poem!
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