<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=451956" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Agree With My Vision</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still tired in spite of everything I have tried, my head <br>a dust-bag – miniature motes swirling within - the <br>slow whirlwind called my heartbeat growing weak, <br>wish I could sleep, one deep slumber to switch <br>my mind to a different wavelength </div><div style="margin:10px 0">This thickness of being, sluggish like cold molasses, keeps <br>me lumbering through minefields of barbed-wire thoughts, <br>trying to break free just leads me to the darkness beyond <br>my eyeballs, all dreams focus on self-discipline, my child-<br>hood ideals haunting me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Did I learn patience, can I draw upon the strength of self-<br>discipline? Has my life been in vain, has all this exercise in <br>self-control been profitable - am I ready to tackle a new <br>form of existence in an astral realm where every thought <br>manifests without an intermediate phase </div><div style="margin:10px 0">of slow becoming? Am I ready to move on from this sphere <br>where the only hope lies in visualisation of a new universe, <br>improving what-is to what-ought-to-be – though it is an <br>open question whether anyone else <br>would agree with my vision…</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Margaret+Alice+Second">Margaret Alice Second</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=451956" data-title="Agree With My Vision de Margaret Alice Second" data-description="Still tired in spite of everything I have tried, my head a dust-bag – miniature motes swirling within - the slow whirlwind called my heartbeat growing weak, wish I could sleep, one deep slumber to switch my mind to a different wavelength T..."></div> </div> </div>

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