Sketches of reality...
Never matching the original
Fill in the blanks by guessing its content
Incomplete, imperfect, fallible and flowed
Words are not enough to describe the image,
To deliver the message
When the building stones are crackling
And the walls are falling down
How can we even begin to raise a monument?
Aven dream of building a palace?
What road can be found using empty maps?
What truth can be built using broken tools?
What answers can be show by blind guidance?
The images will remain mere sketches
Incomplete depictions of reality
While we try to climb the ladden
With rotting and crumbling steps
Hoping to catch a glimpse of a dream...
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