Thursday, October 21, 2021
Where the mind sees nothing
The blind can reflect on their innocence
It's too bad we see our faults to easily
And that blocks the multitude of innocent, kind gestures our lives have offered
Our souls our energy
And energy can never be lost
Only added too, or multiplied
It's a direct rule of science
Mike's soul will always be here, in some form or definite place
I need no verification for that truth, but my own
