The SelfA Poem by KingJosephTime takes the blame for rusting When it was in the nail's nature to do so. And still, we continue to build houses upon them They seal corners, they allow us to build walls. Time waits for no one But how long have you stopped moving With your own two feet Like the house built on flawed nails You build yourself imperfectly For it was never stability that kept the self alive We look on the outside to understand whats inside But we cannot change the nature of the nails or the imperfection of our life or time for taking its course We can only change how we choose to see things and perhaps that is what fills us.
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1 Review Added on April 8, 2018 Last Updated on April 22, 2018 AuthorKingJosephAboutHi! I am Joseph and I am a freelancer. I have submitted stories online both for profit and for the heck of it. I love writing and it makes me happy to create stories I wish I could live in. I hope tha.. more..Writing
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