The days, weeks, months and years fall upon me like dead leaves.
I’m already gone and just don’t know it.
Everything that we think we know is an illusion.
Time itself does not exist nor do we.
We live in fear of a monster that never was.
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sorenbarrett (
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Comments2
deep...
a great shorty! thanks for sharing..
(how?
to transmute our wise poetry
into tangible actions
that can impact our world...
guess,
it's by sharing
and planting, the seeds of ambition
and right action
and hoping, the universe that created us
will find the answers, to sprout
someday...
yeah, we just have to continue
and strive
one write, at a time)
I deeply appreciate your review and kind words. I have total belief in the universe and its ability to work things out, Not always the way we plan or want. All things happen for the best, even though we may never understand or see.
Time certainly does not exist but each moment is special and may there be many good moments in your life soren,
Andy
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