Even to bury a head in the sand will still conform to how that guiding idol portrays everyone's well-being.
Much more to make use of than wished for, while to get what is wanted, and spoilt for choice.
Pushing the borderline that oversteps where that tribe cope for themselves. Yet wish to stroll in and expect to produce more than they survive on.
Being out amongst the stars and feeling a sense of the wild side, is a fear for being openly seen with that shyness.
Cannot be water under the bridge until that water is on a clear gentle stream. While matters in places are deep, it's others who determine when the flow is settled.
In the forest; their guard may be down but it's not forgotten. As a soldier who will lay his head upon the inside of his shield while sleeping. They may not be alert but have a mind on the possibility. Like a waterfall that continuously pours yet at any moment can burst it's bank.
In the stones; small minds thinking upon big positions that indicate big minds towards small ideas, the path leading up to such task is a rollercoaster of a ride yet makes sense once there, love thinks bigger that the truth then seems possible after all.
St. Matthew Ch.28:V.14 " - And if this come to the governor's ears, we will persuade him, and secure you."
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