Folded Thought of the Day:


Do not try to sneak past me along the road of life.  I've 
read your intentions long before you ever mentioned the 
possibility.  I know your course.  I've seen you in your 
dreams.  I've placed you among the flock, to see if you 
would rise... or if you would fall.  

I have known your limits, I provided them well.  But it 
was you who turned them into a jail cell.  I laughed at 
your laughter when it reached my ears.  I cried when I 
tasted no salt in your tears.

My silence should not be read as an attempt to hide.  
Just as your words should not be read as an attempt 
to reveal.  In silence exists the great invitation.  
To enter.  To lie among my thoughts in peace.  

I've heard your words and observed how they hide all 
your thoughts.  Covering your truth in hazy mist.  
Mistaking your identity.  Even when all your intentions 
are pure, your words are too tainted, misused far too 
long, they know no use... and slip from your tongue 
and fall to the ground, and reveal nothing except for 
their sound.

Do you know me when you pass me on the silent street? 
Do you feel the connection beneath your bounding feet?
I'm your reflection, your shadow, your sin.  
You can't keep me out and I won't let you in.


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