Entropy and Brotherly Love

Instead of showing me the edge of the Earth, I wish to see the edge of reality.
A swirling expanse that develops all of me.
Where time ceases to exist.
And I am one with the Love that created the worlds.

A take on the way we think of creation and life.
A swordsman fighting for his way in the world.
A mirror being held in front of two faces.
And the archer taking a shot at the hearts that determine my failures.

I want more than a modern prophecy.
I want an answer that reflects the steps being made.
A look to my left reveals the condescending nature of man.
While the right shows me nothing more than a failure.

Entropy and brotherly love.
Meshing together, then of course breaking apart.
Divine inspiration being made by fire and sparklers.
Like a Fourth of July introducing depression and relief at the same time.

Take heart young ones.
We look for stars more than moons.
Celestial prisons that say our metaphors end happy.
Someone young at heart is an old soul who loves.
One that knows that they are worth more than what Sally Sue says will come his way.

Instead of showing me the edge of the Earth, I wish to see the edge of reality.
A swirling expanse that develops all of me.
A road that is paved by hopes and of course dreams.
Where time ceases to exist.
And I am one with the Love that created the worlds.

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