Walking
thru a
hazy mist.
Incomplete
vision of
things I
see. Mere
shadows
of underlying
reality.
Constituted
thus, missing
most of
what is.
Spinning.
Spinning
thru a
make believe.
Living in a
foggy dream.
Looking for
meaning,
understanding
of what
this be.
None seems
evident.
None to
be found.
Spinning!
Like hamsters
in a wheel
spinning
furiously.
Going
nowhere.
Alas,
such is
the state
of things.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 24th, 2020 06:16
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Comments1
So very true in these times John. We seem to be going nowhere or even going backwards.
Andy
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