Monday, August 11, 2025

The corruption of power

 There are many forms which take the place of power, none more so unjust then corruption, to describe it's habitual nature. I once had someone, call me out, instating to the fact he hoped I had no 'future'.  How wrong he is.  

Man, I have worked so hard to take my place - to a level. This level of unknowing what the future of certainty holds. I fantasize about things, like being a well respected philosopher, of words, of choices, of ideals, - when it comes right down to it. I am a gravity pulling my own weight, from intellect to beyond.
I have totally debunked the myth that I can do it despite other people's short-comings of a personal nature. It is something worth sacrificing.
I lock the key to this heart of mine. The key is locked someplace, beneath soil of imagination.

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