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THERE WAS A TIME

 


There was a time when I thought I was wise
When folly was indeed my companion
A time when I couldn't  differentiate seasons
Only Present existed; Future and Past were not considered 
A time of folly but not entirely a wasted time. 

There was a time when I couldn't have fun
Because I was scared of hurting myself and others 
When in fact I didn't know the correct definition of fun
I soon discovered that "playing safe" never guarantees "being safe"
A time of discovering the right definitions to abused concepts. 

There was a time when I thought I had found love
Love was indeed findable but not by me
I lacked the required tools for this hunt
But was passionately blinded to this truth
A time when I found the appearance of love but alas it was lust. 

There was a time when I wanted to be loved and accepted 
Because I felt less of a person
A time when I strived to be among the big boys 
Instead of being a better version of myself.
A time when inferiority complex consumed my creativity. 

There was a time when I believed I had known all of God
Because I felt so high and mighty and knowledgeable
I had not the slightest idea of how enormous He is
How little was my understanding 
A time of high passion mixed with little wisdom. 

There was a time when I presumed God to be a fearsome Tyrant
So filled with dark secrets and needed  not to be questioned
For they said "no man can question God"
A time when I didn't understand the worth and value of His precepts 
It was a time when I was the dark one who couldn't see the Light.

Par: Sambasy

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