STRANGER...
Sometimes its so much easier to talk to a total stranger. To tell someone uv never known, someone who has never known you the things u may be goin through... Its easier to tell your sad, compromised and totally one sided story to someone who has no clue about the real you.
Then again why do you always get surprised when the stranger gives you the exact advice you gave yourself? Funny enough the stranger has only one point of view when it comes to your issue.... Yours.
A stranger will tell you exactly what you heard within you, A mirror of your own SELF. A prism that bounces back the sharp light of deception that got you into this conversation in the first place. And the one who cares is watching over you, Praying that sooner or later you realise that you are sitting in front of a stranger.
He will condemn every one who put you in the misery of contemplating a change for the better, Seeer your conscience to all rebukes and reprimands that left you teary eyed, and tear you away from the warm embrace of correction into his arms of cold and empty.....Comfort.
A father chastises the ones he loves, but you'd rather be a bastard than be a son, Because the level of reprimand didn't equal what you had done, Trading your birthright for a plate of steaming hot lies that constantly advice you to give this so called "unconditional Love" a think through, But if only you knew it was a stranger you are talking to.
If you really know that destruction is the end of a path that seemeth right to a man, Then take the costly treasures of correction and move on, Not minding how many tears and falls it took to mould you, The potters perfectionist bid to shape you, So remain low and endure the process, The result is always golden and the end product priceless.
Then again why do you always get surprised when the stranger gives you the exact advice you gave yourself? Funny enough the stranger has only one point of view when it comes to your issue.... Yours.
A stranger will tell you exactly what you heard within you, A mirror of your own SELF. A prism that bounces back the sharp light of deception that got you into this conversation in the first place. And the one who cares is watching over you, Praying that sooner or later you realise that you are sitting in front of a stranger.
He will condemn every one who put you in the misery of contemplating a change for the better, Seeer your conscience to all rebukes and reprimands that left you teary eyed, and tear you away from the warm embrace of correction into his arms of cold and empty.....Comfort.
A father chastises the ones he loves, but you'd rather be a bastard than be a son, Because the level of reprimand didn't equal what you had done, Trading your birthright for a plate of steaming hot lies that constantly advice you to give this so called "unconditional Love" a think through, But if only you knew it was a stranger you are talking to.
If you really know that destruction is the end of a path that seemeth right to a man, Then take the costly treasures of correction and move on, Not minding how many tears and falls it took to mould you, The potters perfectionist bid to shape you, So remain low and endure the process, The result is always golden and the end product priceless.
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