shift

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Life can take
your gold,
your ground,
your crown.

It can break
your bones and burn you down.

The mind you own, no force can claim —

He who rules himself
wins every game.

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@flipski77 Maybe because it was bundled to hell you twat.

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We learn to see with every run,
a better view of what we’ve done.

We chase the light, we chase the thrill,
but never stop — we never still.

Hold up — what’s really worth the fight?
We’re chasing highs that fade by night.

Like hungry ghosts, we crave the feed,
of dopamine we never need.

But peace won’t come from outer kings,
nor gold, nor cars, nor diamond rings.

It sits within — it waits, it’s real,
a quiet force you learn to feel.

Control the storm, don’t let it spin,
the world will change from deep within.

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The storm tears through the darkened sky,
we crawl, we cry, we wonder why.

Through the haze,
I catch his stare —
still and calm,
as if not there.

I close my eyes,
let fear break free,
and when I look —
he’s gone, I see.

The storm still rages,
wild to see,
but now the fear
bows down
to me.

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Time slips through our fingers,
opportunities fade like dusk after rain.
People drift in and out —
ghosts of what we chase,
shadows of what we never had.

Somewhere inside,
the person I was whispers —
“Hello…?
Are you still there?”

We lose, we learn,
we stumble through the blur of becoming.

What can we hold,
when everything keeps moving?
Who can we trust,
when the ground itself begins to sway?

And as the waves fold over me,
I whisper back —
“I never left.”

[shift @qshift_]

@nunooeu so tuff wow