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Hands Of Creation
Look at your hands, what tales do they tell?
Have they crafted dreams, or are they just a shell?
Trapped in the mundane, a silent plea,
Yearning for creation, a soul's decree.
Walking roads lined with shimmering lights,
Promising a better life, heights upon heights.
But at what cost, this glittering bait?
Is it worth the essence of your fate?
Money and fame, a siren's call,
Will you surrender, let your true self fall?
How long does the illusion last, this golden hue?
When money becomes you, what remains true?
Under control, a puppet on a string,
Listening to those who own everything.
Cash, a mere paper, a child's trick,
A cycle of debt, a slate they slick.
The few hold the wealth, a game so old,
In their hands, the world's heart they hold.
Money, a lie, a tool of control,
A narrative spun, taking its toll.
Don't get caught in this whirlwind, this soul's plight,
It will tear you apart, steal your light.
Remember your essence, your true goal,
In the pursuit of more, don't lose your soul.
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In this magnificent journey of existence, where countless souls come together to forge creations of wonder, there lies a truth, often veiled and overlooked. When these marvels stray from what is known and accepted, their architects, those brave weavers of the new and uncharted, are too easily shunned, their very humanity slipping into the shadows of neglect. Why do we, descendants of ancient stardust, hasten to diminish what we cannot fathom, the unseen labors and quiet sacrifices?
Consider how readily disdain and unrest nestle into our hearts against that which defies our fixed perceptions. Yet, if a storm of discontent brews within, halt and ask yourself: Why this inner tumult? If no falsehood has woven its threads, why then do you feel deceived? Could it be your own expectations, your self-spun tales, leading you down a path of misunderstanding?
Reflect on this, delve deep into these thoughts. Why let these stirrings disrupt the calm of your being? Why this impulse to douse the flames of that which merely wishes to shine in its own light? We, the diverse and extraordinary collective of humanity, why do we stumble in celebrating the vast array of ideas and dreams that make up our world?
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