One block turns.
The others turn.
At the same time.
In the same way.
Similar to people.
Who follow one person.
At the same time.
In the same way.
Who follow one ideal.
At the same time.
In the same way.
Must life be boring?
Are we but cattle?
No.
Don’t turn.
Be unique.
Stand strong.
For your beliefs.
Stand strong.
You won’t fall.
I have turned to stone.
I’m chilled to the bone.
The coldness is spreading.
Where can this be heading?
Please help me.
You can see.
I can’t even bend.
Life is at its end.
I will fight.
I will fight the hunters.
I will fight to the death.
I will ride proud and free.
Man will not tame me.
I will not be ridden.
I will remain as free as the wind.
I was born free.
I will die free.
A LEAP OF FAITH
Take a leap with me.
A leap of faith into the unknown.
Whom can you trust?
Is there anyone you can trust
with your life?
A hard question to ask,
And an even harder one to answer.
Asectic by Pierre Alain D. ©
We tend to forget
we’ve sprung from the soil.
When our time is done,
we’ll return to it.
We must maintain our humility,
keep our humanity intact.
The earth can still reject us,
eject us from its sphere.
Don’t tempt it.
NOT THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD
This is not the yellow brick road
leading to fantasies.
This is the road
determined by your choices.
You must chart its course
and deal with the twists and turns.
A ride of a lifetime
to be dealt with wisely.
Take the night to the limit.
The road to its end.
The sun to its setting.
Life to its climax.
Leaving no stone unturned.
No drama left undone.
No sentence left unsaid.
Take the night to the limit.
