Why does it take
two feet walking or one heart resting to see the world for its present and humble truth? Stagnant we sink wallowing in what if's the should's the could's Doubting ourselves for what we have never done what we aren't doing and what we will never do Where is the freedom inside this cage? No matter the size or the company it keeps Where is the believer who sees between the bars? Even when he can't escape to be amongst the broken The broken who walk "free" Eyes blind to the desperate prison they have created For their friends For their followers For themselves So for those who are able Sit For those who are willing Stand For those who are seeking Walk Breathing in the blessing of our most precious gift Whether in locomotion or grounded to the earth Hold strong to the present for the present will always hold strong to you
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