Have you seen a man fiddling around
With words you've seen before?
At the edge of the world, on the ground
Has something to say but not his words?
Quote a writer, quote a celebrity
Against his will, against his heart
He's been here before in the city
He can scribble all he wants
But his soul has no carved letters
No belief to live and die for
And he dies without a firm fist
To anything surrounding him
In the end, he was a puppet
With only pale, grey eyes
His body has been
An empty temple
Longing for something
Long forgotten
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Author:
MatPie (
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Comments2
Yes originality has long gone, only to be replaced with cheap copies, regurgitated rubbish.
You see it with fashion, television, and theatre plays that add or take away something from the original play.
Haunting and too true for most to want to consider being true to oneself is key and anything else is self betrayal. A lovely write
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