With time, I walk through the dust and the rain, the wind and the flame. I see through the eyes of many: the joy, the compassion, the burning rage.
The landscapes all change, but the ambitions now seem to always be the same: fame, power, rank.
Meekness, forgiveness, and equality are smothered by the aggressive drive of others.
Still I watch with objective eyes… looking for what may be an unobtainable hope.
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