Loud noises
Of the sound of their voices
And some just quietly
Manipulate our choices
And all these voices
Trying to stir chaos
Are enabled by the humble
Putting their souls on pause
Getting off
On this induced pain
Not for the growth or self love
But for a selfish nerve gain
If the universe could curb
The existence of this creed
Of panic and misery
Most of us would be freed.
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 10th, 2024 08:01
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Tremendous work. You nailed it.
Thanks 😊
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