Maybe already know what to expect, just wanting to be reassured by the message left to find, before walking in the door that is open.
This artistic flair to go about oneself, is preventing those wishing to be close. Whom prefer to know the real you, than some poetic justice to sing and dance about.
Setting targets are goals to achieve and succeed by, whereas a close shave is peeling away the surface and that is scraping at the bottom of the barrel.
At the end of the day, if to come home with some thing down the line, there is no time wasted for what can be shown for.
Not quite the cap that fits, if anything is kept under their hat can be exposed from a distance. They're just following that small burning light that shines for them. It's trying to explain to others how to keep things under that preferred hat.
In the forest; it's as if there is a wolf at the door, yet it has no tongue to speak. For things are done differently now, as to do so by the book. Even though a storm brews across the skies, as rumbling as the howling wolf to cry. This disturbance is to see the light on the other side for that whom wishes to be called. By the name of Joe, there are brighter days and calmness.
In the stones; some have greater thoughts than others as if it is the thought that counts than the actual object which is why to not see them for dust, but their mind blows in direction as forceful as the wind and are trying to see through the dust themselves, they've clearly been given for that extra length in leash by a loved one but didn't think for the mountain to climb.
St.Mark Ch.12:V.5-6 " - And again he sent another; and him they killed, and many others; beating some, and killing some.
- Having yet therefore one son, his wellbeloved, he sent him also last unto them, saying, They will reverence my son."
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