I am so easily forgotten as I wish to be
There is an ecstasy in emptiness
We so easily have begot the fabric of dream and reality are woven into the same cloth
Where is the purpose if not to float in the pond of entirety, and all the while, appreciate much grander things afoot
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'We so easily have begot the fabric of dream and reality are woven into the same cloth
Where is the purpose if not to float in the pond of entirety;'
wise words indeed, dear poet..
when we're bombarded by media propaganda that wants to highlight our faults and inadequacies, what hope is left in us: to dream of happy endings?
let alone aspire to becoming more than this shallow - shadow of human existence, scared of losing what little we have, so we burrow deeper in our 'designated' - mindset segregated, trenches
where anyone on 'our chosen side' deserves our empathy and understanding
while we reserve uncompromising hate for everyone else,
because you know: its never our own fault, see
'we're all mere victims, born into the same fubar world - we bequeath to future generations'...
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