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In the midst of all the events
Going on around us,
Not waiting nor making it
Any easier to partake,

I stand, and refuse to impact
Nigh on anything. Yet I seem
To be changing. I seem to be
Dropping this old persona,
As a snake would shed his hide

And amidst all the drama and
Events of the world around me
My eyes do not change,
They stay afixed upon
One thing; Not greed, nor fame,
Nor even simple recognition.

My eyes, my lying, truthful,
Views of this material world
Stay fixed on one thing

Even with bombs blasting and
Guns blaring and people yelling
My eyes stay true. To the
One thing I want,
They do stay true,










To You.