Blur, most times I like when it's blur. It has no much ambience, not sharp. The observer have to look ogle.
It could be labelled a beauty spot, a manila (if celestial) or just blot.
Then, it takes time to unravel the truth. You have to be interested to see through the grime. Cos in front's just an illusion, a mirage. The truth lies ahead waiting for a buckle down to awaken from its rest. It hides behind earnestly waiting for a philosopher to come discover and the king to give the word. Cos when God hides a thing, its the honour of kings to search it out.
Impossible is temporary. Impossible is a dare. Impossible is a boundary. Impossible is a limit. Impossible is just a level. And it's just a word. Impossible's waiting to be proven wrong. Impossible respects the limit breaker Impossible is gonna be the past It's a matter of who's gonna make it past Impossible's today, possible's gonna be tomorrow. Between Impossible and possible's just time. Besides, the word says I'm possible.
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