*THOUGHT PROVOKING LITERATURE*
Salty and sweet intertwines like good and bad to provide chaos with a playful playground. Believers grind and seek but only to play on play when time permits. Grinding on the daily leaves the unseen out of reach only to have it in front of you but you never touch.
Freedom lags behind you as you stay chained and trapped in a small box of heaven; as life evolves but you don’t blink. Believers grind and seek but only to play on play when time permits. Grinding on the daily leaves the unseen out of reach only to have it in front of you but you never touch.
Silence begs forgiveness as time slices through life with sharpness and rugged criteria. Believers grind and seek but only to play on play when time permits. Grinding on the daily leaves the unseen out of reach only to have it in front of you but you never touch.
Isolation comes as the chaotic grind seeps into the souls of confusion. Hope intrigues as chaos runs to the finish line. Believers grind and seek but only to play on play when time permits. Grinding on the daily leaves the unseen out of reach only to have it in front of you but you never touch.
Wisdom is the seed born but never nurtured until chaos rears its ugly head into a cave of self destruction. Believers grind and seek but only to play on play when time permits. Grinding on the daily leaves the unseen out of reach only to have it in front of you but you never touch.
By: Literary Diva of BTR and *The Lit Factor*
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