M arching on day by day,
A ll just stuck in motion.
C ould be done. Or could not.
H eavy subconscious commotion.
I s anything real? lines are blurred.
N othings sacred, minds obscured.
E arths a factory, we're machines,
S ystematically marching, living the dream?
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Twenty five year old male from Sudbury, Suffolk, England. I write poetry, quotes, songs and the rare story. Thanks to all who follow, like or re-post xxx
Ever felt like the light is too bright, a happiness so filling you beg for it to stop. An inception of evils' demise that saddens your heart, A world peace that tears your heart.
#acrostic Reach within, live with or without, Everyone who thinks will also doubt. Life dedicated to ego or trinity, Indoctrinated by faith or reality.
#acrostic Race, creed, colour or sex, Everyone's a sinner in spiritual text. Leper or saint matters not a jot, In god we trust but not a lot.
What is this life that has come to be. Every day a reflection of what has made me Does everyone live it. Or with the smallest tap do they slip and sigh of the edge of the map.
He walks amongst us, but he is not one of us. That's what the words say, But not what they mean. Is this a stranger in town, Someone so isolated that even his friends do not recognise him.
Life is a strange thing. You're only here for a while and then you're gone again. All your questions ignored and unanswered. The point of existence, still a mystery.
The world goes by, Pain, suffering, persecution, life and death. It matters not to this spinning top of life, It is there to revolve and revolve it does. Sunrise after sunrise.
Do I have a life, have a soul, Or am I nothing more than flesh on bone. I live, I think, I breath, I know, But in years to come I'll be food for crows. Is life worth a life of living.
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