Is my weakness really my weakness? Whether it be fear, self-obsessive, pride, is your weakness really your weakness. The weekend parties, the gathering of pot lucks, finding gold and silver, possibly diamonds forever. One might ask a mind like mine, a pure symbol of understanding, the people of the civil rights movement, where do my thoughts visit to, and what part of the brain, whether it be by this page or that, it all begins at the center of weakness where everything happens, everything matters, each second that gravitates as we levitate higher. The weather is nice, it always is in this sunny land of weakness. To be open minded to the earth and let everything happen without ever being the victim. The truth is with weakness, comes passion and with passion comes weakness