Fog of
uncertainty.
Eyes open.
It begins.
Seeing
what can
be seen.
Knowing
what
can be
known.
Limited,
confused
existence.
Haze all
around.
Programmed.
Filled with
nonsense.
Primitive
beliefs.
Interacting
all,
confusion
contorts.
Look around.
Not much
making sense.
Mayhem
passing
through.
Peering
through
a sheer.
Uncertainty
expounds.
Truth
lacking.
Existence
but a
myth!
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 10th, 2023 07:20
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 7
Comments1
The truth is out there John but many are not bothered about seeing it.
Andy
Truth, beyond our scope me thinks.
Thanks for reading Andy.
JP
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