The Trail Ends

The kindness I hold is a token of lovely gold 

Gratitude you rarely find through the winter poles. 

The gem stays hidden where you cannot find the lot,

Its precious beauty has been through a lot.

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I change my perception and see the world clearer 

People do not define my character. 

Judgment is motivated by what people lack

And their gossip always stabs their backs. 

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I may not have many friends or a romantic lover,

But you mortals need me more than your mother.

Your parent rarely nurtures your integrity,

You accuse others through your intensity. 

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I lack the emotions that the ego intensely wishes to feed,

Peace is the only urge that I need,

The experience stays hidden; you cannot find its beauty,

It reveals itself when one is ready. 

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Old habits have been shed,

But I am still missing an important aspect,

Now, I begin my newest path

Where I do not consider myself last.

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This new chapter shall begin shortly, 

I feel a change coming quickly,

I channel my past lives forms,

And I open the portal of no return.