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No Man's Life
Contributed by
Brasco
on
Sunday, 12th March 2017 @ 10:29:03 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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A frustrated mind
What webs we weave
These thoughts that grind
And neurons deceive
A simulation of lies
This life we live
Seldom a prize
To receive or give
These layers of uncertainty
Beholden to the mind/'/s eye
Self made complexity
We are born and then we die
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Brasco
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2017-03-12 10:29:03]
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Re: No Man's Life
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 18th March 2017 @ 01:59:13 AM AEST
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it surely could seem this way at any
given moment if the neurons don/'/t behave
they are long elongated they are each colored
differently each holding the man/'/s life up or down
they are so diffuse so every man/'/s lack of progress
some say they hold the keys to success
but then those that say that are complete robot
I see what you mean and you are correct / one could be on the correct path in every conceivable way
yet stumble somehow
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