Growing in and out of phases

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Growing in and out of phases

Believing in a world full of possibilities

To losing hope to an apparent random reality


Not yet a man, but dreams akin to spoiled gods

Treading an uncertain route to excellence, but mobbed by those who see clearly!

Not yet men, so they see excellence in others;

Mostly through their inexperience or from the need to support fragile attention seekers.

Amateurs imitate aesthetics of Masters

Masters repeat routines like they were amateurs


Strength finds space in togetherness

Until togetherness shows up its tormented joints

Ideas blossom in togetherness

And it is the same space where ego is humbled


Arousal comes first, logic usually accompanies

Questions become unwelcome guests

Answers often rebellious

Not yet a man, but dreams akin to spoiled gods


 

Growing in and out of phases

The magic of feelings is lost, logic becomes the sole weapon

Men become condemned as they gain knowledge

Loneliness is a companion in solitude

Seductive as she is, makes it impossible to let go

Distractions abound, loneliness eventually makes space


Growing in and out of phases

To losing hope to an apparent system called reality

Believing in a world full of promises.

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