What does it mean to say that something is real
You can know the facts but the truth you have to feel
And can you hear the wheel of destiny turning making everything fall in it's place
Or is existence just a bleeding wound of coincidence traping us in it's haze
Inside that intricate maze
Where we chase answers and meaning
And when we can't find any
And all the questions become too heavy
We settle for pleasure and money
And the more we have the more we crave
But no matter how high or rich
We all gonna end up in a grave or a ditch
Not a pleasant thing to say but necessary to realize
That everything dies
And only pain can make you wise
And anyone who claims any different lies
Or is trying to sell you something
The next great thing
That's gonna bring peace of the mind
And make everyting just fine
Save you time
And cure your spine
All just for $9.99
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Author:
//Blue Poet// (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 22nd, 2023 05:27
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
It's like giving colourful beads to natives, except we pay for their rubbish.
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