Senses.

Hold up,

Can you see that,

A thing you can't corrupt,

In a matter of fact,

Can you hear it,

It's whispering to you,

And you alone,

A thing that many people can't admit,

And what you choose to do,

Is deny what truth is shown,

Feeling around a place unknown,

Trying to find the right path,

Going down a worn path,

Smelling what's in the air,

Looking around as you don't know where,

The truth of your heart is,

Feeling like your world apart,

Tasting what's truly in the air now,

Life is waiting for you patiently,

And what you need is for someone,

To show you what now,

For now, though go placidly,

Down the path you're taking,

Don't fret,

Be kind.

By: Ethan McCloskey

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