An empty life is a simple life, as may be endured and understood. The accomplished man, walls him in, with his dreams...and nothing more. The rest is pure hysteria, for fear, and we delude ourselves, to what we are...a shallow drama playing, a distraction in a spirits heart...upon a shadowed wall.
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2017, at Deming, New Mexico
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